100 Years Ago... (Title changes as appropriate)


Aug 15, 2005
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Darwen, United Kingdom
On the fourteenth of the fourth
She sped forth with great force
‘Til she met a nemesis from the north
Direct in her course
That filled her with pores
Allowing water to pour
From an unlimited source,
Flooding mailrooms and stores
As futile watertight doors
Diverted the flows
Flooding subsequent floors
And longitudinal corridors,
Retracing the spoors
Laid down by lifeboat allured
Peasants and lords
Heading up in great hoards
As Sparks tapped out Morse
And musicians played chords
Beneath the rockets that soared
Until the bridge was a ford
Spanning starboard to port;
The unsinkable, now, is unable to float —
With a lack of remorse
She enforces divorce,
Cutting honeymoons short
And the scores still aboard sprint in a sort
Not like that of sport
For the terminal boat;
The rich and the poor
Resort to battle sans sword
Whilst the windows implode
Beneath the persuasive load
That the oceans bestowed
As the decks were swallowed.
With her stern now airborne
The lifeboatloads mourned
As the steel’s fatigued groan
Discharged from the zone
From whence she broke her backbone;
With a metallic drone
She flew back to the ozone
And stood there alone;
Stars gazed upon in cerulean tone
As the hulk let lease to an ominous moan
Before to the depths she was thrown
And left for sealife to explore
On the silted seafloor.
From the first day she left from our shore
She was destined never to finish her tour
For her title fate at once did abhor;
Unsinkable? Physics chose to ignore
Allowing the seas to sardonically scorn,
“Queen of the Ocean? Nevermore.”

Ryan Lennon McKeefery,
7th October, 2006
 

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