Not quite like peepers at night,
Railroad critters have their own light…
G.E.’s tend to whine
On their owner’s dime,
With short cuts of cars they fight!
The twenty-five tonner “dinky”
Exhaust tends toward stinky…
Smoke in the eyes
Is no surprise,
At times blue smoke turns inky!
When old, oft put on display,
Costs more to scrap anyway…
Does its job
With no hobnob,
From the big trains’ right of way!