Again and again Smokey Mary without strain pulled many a train
If you want to ride her it'd cost a dollar, for a little more you could hear her holler
Listen to her moan and groan with each piston stroke until her whistle's blown
I rode her in her prime into a hard curved seat I did climb
No rest did she give my head, of wood and steel was made her bed
I shoveled into the hole of her firebox my soul black as coal hard as rocks
With her there was nothing supple, hard was the bang of her couple
With a little grease in her crease there was little friction in the release
Her sighs and groans met my ear, with a vibrating tremor in her rear
In heat she was torridly hot but when frigid she was defiantly not
Those who knew her called her a bitch but a tongue on the rail made them switch their pitch
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- Comment from author about the poem: When I first went to Brazil I was able to ride the old steam locomotives not as a tourist but as regular transportation. Smokey Mary is the direct English translation of the name they called the locomotive. Tongue it the part that allows the switch to work letting the train change onto other tracks.
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Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi I marked this one +18 for Fido's sake cause you never know how things will be taken.
Lol.
Now that is certainly a passionate way of writing about a locomotive my dear sorrenbarret π₯ very clever and I did have a chuckle at your genius tease. πΉ
Thank you Teddy for the read and comment yes the story is true got to ride old Smokey Mary several times back in the day. I could have gone on but it was getting a little too warm.
lol π₯ smokey Mary sounds like a great ride
Good poem
Clever internal rhyming !
Thanks so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated
People still hanker for steam engines in Britain, and the resurgence is brilliant.
You can feel steam at work, and no doubt, Smokey Mary put you through your paces, and you probably cursed a few times.
Now it's all comfort and no joy in trains.
Thanks Paul for the read and kind words of encouragement. I appreciate much of the old, I guess because I am old but some things are better when remembered
Love the adventure, quirky but gets you to where youβre going ποΈππ»
Thank you Cryptic for the review yes I am always intrigued by the ambiguity of language that in double entendre is often misunderstood or maybe understood. Your words are most important my friend
Soren, this is bold and unapologetic. The rhythm drives hard, relentless, and playful all at once. It knows exactly what itβs doing and leans into it without flinching. That confidence carries the whole piece. Well done, my friend! πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Thank you Tristan when you write somethings you never know how they will be taken so prepare for the worst I always say. Appreciate the read and comment my friend
Great work Soren. This was a nice poem to wake up to as itβs a little humorous. Nonetheless the rhyming and descriptive words are on point, nice job.
Thank you so much for the read and comment they are most important to me. Humor is not my forte but the language does its job.
You are very welcome, and yes it works very well.
Very clever write soren, many thoughts come to mind. LOL
Andy
Thanks Andy we say what we want and people take it the way they want. Appreciate the read and comment
I am loving this last bit. Great piece
Thanks so much for the read the message is in the eye of the beholder
That's what I love about poetry.
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