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
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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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: January 17th, 2026 03:18
- 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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Comments1
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.
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