From My Brain to Yours
all my wood work is done
and you know I had fun
I solder some wire I hope theres no fire
but tomorow will there be more to acquire
with all these led’s, and all the train shop fees.
I think my trains have lots of light
dont laugh at my work
it gives me a perk
'and I share with train buffs tonight
K
To My Track
At first I blundered.
I thought Code Hunderd
Was track with rails too big.
Went on a spree
With Code Seventy
Track looked great!
You dig?
But while 'twas purdy
It seemed unsturdy
And hard for me to rig.
So now I figure
It’s back to bigger
It’s “wrong” …
Don’t give a fig.
Dave Nelson
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Here’s one I just put together and used in our club magazine in relation to the club Christmas party.
T’was the night before Christmas, and all trains were quiet
Except for one steam engine, that blew off all night
The silence is broken, said Alick and Ann
So let’s have a party, at our house you can!
Teditor
I just got some trucks from the post today
its rain its snow for sure the cost I have to pay
you told me the bolts are loose
and that I should have known
but on they go for a ride the pike
they fit on this little caboose…
K
Okay, okay…
How about an N scale Haiku? Haiku, for the uninformed, is a Japanese poetry style. The most common is 3 lines, with 5 syllables in the first, 7 in the second, and 5 in the last. They don’t typically rhyme, either.
Little coupler pin
Pops out and derails the train
Stupid Acumates.
Another one:
Fumbling fat fingers
Can’t find rails with wheel flanges
Time to go H O.
The only poetry I know involves the word “Nantucket,” so I think I’ll just defer…
That’s hilarious! I was thinking the same thing.
There once was a girl
from Boston, Mass
Who went out in the water
Up to her ankles
(This doesn’t rhyme now, but it will when the tide comes in.)
now thats funny
An old favorite of mine (wish I could claim it, but I can’t) taught to me by my dear old Father-in-Law:
It’s not my job to run the train,
The whistle I can not blow.
It’s not my job to say how fast,
The train’s allowed to go.
It’s not my job to throw the switch,
nor even ring the bell,
But let the d@mn thing jump the track,
Just see who catches He!!
Round and round Mr choo choo goes, where he’s going, god only knows. There isn’t a purpose, there isn’t a job, there’s no where to go on my four by eight blob. The forum friends told me to go round the room. The boredom of cirlces a railroaders doom. I havn’t the space, I havn’t the money, starting all over my wife thinks not funny. So go round and round, your trip is not far, it still beats the heck out of watching Nascar.
I believe that’s “The Gandy-Dancer”, correct?
I’ve seen it a little different:
I’m not allowed to run the trains,
The whistle I can’t blow,
I’m not allowed to say how far
the railroad cars can go,
I’m not allowed to shoot off steam,
Nor even clang the bell,
But let it jump the gosh damned track,
and see who catches he!!
-G
Several years ago, an old friend & I visited another email buddy at the Linden Depot Open House in Linden, Indiana. The depot was the joint product of the NKP & Monon lines that crossed there. Today, that is a nice museum complete with railroad & other historical displays, and of course, a model layout.
Our friend, Joe Weaver, was telling us about his locomotive which he called “Super Mike.” Of course, as yarns go, this was a good one and it got a little better each time we heard about Super Mike. Well, needless to say we were disappointed when we visited as Super Mike was not on the “active roster.” Joe explained that the engine wasn’t running well. Hence, my ode to Super Mike… (sorry about the spacing; couldn’t override the CRs in the original)
The Legend of Super Mike
(as told by Joe Weaver)
You all gather round,
young & old alike
And I shall tell you
of the famous Super Mike.
Twas at this very depot
one cold and dreary night.
That Super Mike appeared
and showed us his might.
There weren’t enough cars;
we used them all.
But old Super Mike
He never did fall.
Over the bridges
and around the bend.
Old Super Mike went
to his legend defend.
Through the tunnels
and climbing the hill;
hat big long train
was no match for Mike’s will.
But all of a sudden
Buzz, he was dead!
As on the tracks, his
guts he did spread.
It happend right there
as Mike sped through town;
that mighty iron beast
suffered a total melt-down.
On that fateful night
&n
Well, this is pretty much free verse (my 20s were in the Sixties [:)]), and some of our members may have read it before, but here’s my contribution:
I’m designing my first layout
but feel like I should pout,
The turnouts won’t line up
which the staging yards disrupt,
The curves are too tight
even though I point and click with all my might,
The grades are so steep
I fear the trains just may leap,
RTS7 or Xtrkcad
with either I’m just as bad,
Curious my kids begin asking
Dad, what are you tasking?,
Drawing a model railroad I say
so that someday we may play,
dad, you know those bad words we can’t say
you said 57 times today,
why don’t you rest, take a nap
cause we can scribble just as good as that.
Ken
there was a train from nantucket??
secondhandmodeler wrote:
mononguy63 wrote:
The only poetry I know involves the word “Nantucket,” so I think I’ll just defer…
That’s hilarious! I was thinking the same thing.
there was a train from nantucket??
Yes there was!!!
There was a train from nantucket,
for relief all the crew had was a bucket,
100 degrees above or 40 degrees below,
the bucket was the only place to go,
whether they were high balling the main,
or sitting on the passing siding (oh what a pain),
that train crew from nantucket,
shouted for joy when they could flush it.
Ken
Ken, you have too much spare time on your hands. get back to work on your layout.