The loss of titanic

by Abby   May 18, 2008


Still water,
fun and dancing
the chill of cold night air
no one would suspect what was waiting there
moving with persistance
before time to react
"ice burg in the distance!" and it was a fact
but it was to late for the great titanic,
soon would meet its fate and there would be panic
hear the screeching metal
feel the giant shake
see the water rising grab what u can take
for soon u will have to fight for your time to live
the boats are filling quickly there aren't many more to give
if u are a lucky one to float when the boat dives
you will be safe from the harm and surely be alive
until the chill of cold night air freezes u to the bone
for then u'll be a floating iceburg
lost at sea, alone

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