Nineteen-Twelve is the yesteryear,
Upon a grand ship filled with cheer.
The upper class passengers had the finest of fine,
In rooms so adorned you might think them a shrine.
As they wander the grand ship from stem to stern,
No one knew there would be cause for concern.
How did they know this grand ship’s hull would be sliced,
Like a knife through soft butter, a big chunk of ice.
It was a night the world remembers and never to forget,
There were not enough lifeboats, which was cause for regret.
The Captain did shout, ‘Women and children first’,
Before the grand ship was submersed.
“Be British, my men.” was the last orders to that brave crew,
Bringing order out of chaos like he was saying adieu.
The Captain’s final act was that of heroism and ever so brave,
The life of a drowning baby he did save.
This is the true story of the so called “unsinkable ship”,
The fate of the Titanic’s maiden trip.
Poem Style – Quatrain / Poem Catagory – Titanic
Written by Lady Kathleen