A Poem With No Name

Delectable and infantile
Railroad tracks
For miles and miles
In different styles
For miles and miles
All the while
And all the smiles.

Upside down
Reveals a frown.
Railroad tracks
Above the ground
Running to town
While shunning a town
Its all becoming upside down.

Railroad tracks
Are just stacks
of splinters and thumb tacs
Like acts in a play
But not really
Because splinters, tacs,
Railroad tracks,
Plays, smiles and miles
Have no say.
Not today anyway.

Maybe a little later
I'll cater to your mind
Perhaps hire a waiter
And douse you with kind
Words of affection
Or defection depending
On my mood
Ensued in handwritten form
Conforming to a norm
To pacify a select few
And bathe in the smiles,
Oh yes, the smiles.
But for now just a thought.
And a thought for miles and miles.

*edited: truncated to add emphasis to the overall point that is not delivered. If that makes sense.