sing along …
No-o L
No L
No-o L, L, L
No-o -o L,
Here is the Ge-EP
That has no L
Clearly in the running for post of the year.
(I suggest “Forlorn is the Geep…” when we put the caroler’s misguide together in a week or so…)
I just fell off the chair! Good one Miningman! [bow]
Probably the closest a Geep will ever come to being a Christmas locomotive. Christmas is for steam, as we all know.
Imagine a child, boy or girl, growing up in this world o’ diesels, going trackside, or, even better, for a ride, and seeing something like this…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7Zyf9hbk0c
That child will always associate a steam locomotive with Christmas, just like the rest of us.
Ain’t no diesels under my Christmas tree! On the regular layout yes, but only because they were on sale!
No — El
No — El
3rd_AVE_EL by Edmund, on Flickr
December 15, 1955 3rd Avenue El
All is gone —
All is blight —
'Round yon engine
all is cold —
3rd_AVE_EL2 by Edmund, on Flickr
Second Avenue at 13th. Sept. 1942.
Cheers, Ed
Aye Yi Yi! [;)]
Mike says:
The geep that stole Christmas or no steam under the tree this year.
Tell me again Mr. cummings, what was it that finally convinced him after he wouldn’t believe what plato and jesus and i told him…
The first No-Oil, and you won’t find this strange,
Came to certain poor Wise Men who came from LaGrange
They sneaked up their Woodwards more than just a bit
but 315 pounds made it all look like sh… aving cream!
No Oil, No oil, No oil, No oil …
they like only engines that come to a boil.
Now if someone will send me a postable link of one of those MoPac engines lettered for them but painted in UP colors, I’ll give you the next verse…
What a great early Christmas present this thread has become!
There was a road called Un-cle Pete
Which engaged in a Mop-UP that was so sweet.
The eagles and buzzsaws we all thought were swell
Are now just Armour Yellow … we say what the h-e-double toothpicks
No Ea-gell, no eagell, no eagell, no eagell
Gone are the eagles that we loved so well.
There once was this man* surnamed An-der-son
Who refused to think Amtrak could be grand or fun
He cancelled the tot’s toys and the private cars
And imposed frozen meals … he must be from Mars
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
Dead are th’amenities he couldn’t sell…
*Originally his first name was used, as a pun
But for family-friendly that would not be bon ton.
We all know an author named Joe McMa-hun
Who thinks Amtrak is jumping the HSR gun
By buying the cost-ly train Li-ber-ty
When plain trains have enough ca-pa-bi-i-li-ty
No Avel’, no Avel’, no Avel’, no Avel’
Rebuilt Sprinters and tube cars would be-e just swell…
Low OR and low speeds are a CSX fave
Higher costs would set Hunter aspin in his grave
Lack of in-termodal stock has them tearing their hair
And the big Christmas rush loadings soon will be there
No well, no well, no well, no well
Boxcars will make for long terminal dwell
As Larry David would say … " pretty, pretty, pretty, good.
Beyond pretty good. I just shot a half-glass of Coca-Cola through my nose reading those variations on “First Noel!”
Thank God I missed the computer! A Christmas miracle…
I’ll just repeat myself. AYE YI YI! [;)]