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Farewell, RMS Titanic


As the night was calm For the Titanic, which sailed with aplomb Then the lookouts saw something amiss Which would take the young ship to the abyss At twenty-one ‘til midnight on the fourteenth of April The next few seconds made the crew slightly less stable Then it happened at eleven-forty The future now seemed murky Water took a stronghold in the lower parts Those who witnessed the scene eventually had changed hearts Thinking that the great liner was unsinkable Now little did they know it was all along susceptible Captain Smith and Mr. Andrews discussed the situation Mr. Andrews replied “Two hours until her cessation” Now to muster the masses on board While many in their rooms snored Stewards bursting doors open below While most still do not know That Titanic’s end was near And God do men fear? At a quarter ‘til one, the first boat set out And the musicians, they attempted to drown out The eventual and increment screams That would dash the passengers’ travel dreams The rockets were fired away But the boats most people stayed away The ship kept tilting at the bow And those still on board kept on asking “How?” At twenty ‘til two, Mr. Ismay would sneak to a boat To keep himself afloat His reputation would be torn asunder Because he would not give the ladies place was his blunder After two, the people realized that the end was near And in minutes would be here The musicians playing “Nearer, my God, to Thee” Now certain death people left could see Suddenly, the ship burst asunder The sounds a mixture of catastrophe and thunder At twenty after two Titanic would sink into the deep blue And fifteen hundred people met their fate While seven hundred had to wait For a ship named Carpathia To deliver the survivors from this melancholy mania
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Autistic Attending Greenville College in Greenville, Illinois Working toward my degrees in Journalism and History

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