{"id":371,"date":"2019-02-01T22:23:52","date_gmt":"2019-02-02T04:23:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/?p=371"},"modified":"2019-02-25T20:01:15","modified_gmt":"2019-02-25T20:01:15","slug":"titanic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/titanic\/","title":{"rendered":"Titanic"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Nineteen-Twelve is the yesteryear,
\nUpon a grand ship filled with cheer.
\nThe upper class passengers had the finest of fine,
\nIn rooms so adorned you might think them a shrine.<\/p>\n

As they wander the grand ship from stem to stern,
\nNo one knew there would be cause for concern.
\nHow did they know this grand ship’s hull would be sliced,
\nLike a knife through soft butter, a big chunk of ice.<\/p>\n

It was a night the world remembers and never to forget,
\nThere were not enough lifeboats, which was cause for regret.
\nThe Captain did shout, ‘Women and children first’,
\nBefore the grand ship was submersed.<\/p>\n

“Be British, my men.” was the last orders to that brave crew,
\nBringing order out of chaos like he was saying adieu.
\nThe Captain’s final act was that of heroism and ever so brave,
\nThe life of a drowning baby he did save.<\/p>\n

This is the true story of the so called “unsinkable ship”,
\nThe fate of the Titanic’s maiden trip.<\/p>\n

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Poem Style – Quatrain \/ Poem Catagory – Titanic
\nWritten by Lady Kathleen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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