“A slow ride on the rails, on a bench, in a low riding long car, the hum of the electricity crackling, as the driver turns the tram towards the happenings, a joyride, has begun“ Gun Roswell

Step, on a Tram, it’s not a scam!

The long, long awaited adventure, was them waiting
Alas, the now weary travellers, were still, hesitating
To get on board or not to get on board, was the question
And, whether to throw themselves, to the flow, with abandon
As it was, the exploring visitors, already had their plate full

After, some painfully doubtful moments of waiting 
On the platform, with tickets in hand, debating
Whether to skip this, reserved joyride, and go hide
Because the new place they found, was open wide
For exploration, and they were really, pressed with time

But, all of the doubt, was soon cast aside, at the first sight
Of the old school vehicle, with headlights so bright
Rolled coolly down the tracks, stopping, with a loud clank
The cheerfully red painted car, looking it could not travel too far
Alas, there was something irresistible, so why not hop on!

“All aboard!” The conductor loudly ordered, 
“Tickets please!” he then hollered
“Go on, move along,
There is no time to be wasted, for too long,
We are taking off, at the bang of the bong!”

As all of the passengers, started boarding
The best of the seats, some of them hoarding
But there was room enough for all
Small, fat, thin, odd, plain and yes, even tall
And so, the ride finally begun, with all of them in awe

Gaping, mouths open, at the passing sights and scenery
And one them even commented quite easily:
“Clearly,
This was the best decision ever made,
Or at least, on this, very day!”