RMS Titanic was a truly huge passenger liner,
And none had been built that was grander or finer.
At the time of construction, she was the largest afloat,
With swimming pools, gyms and restaurants on this marvellous boat.
The flagship vessel of the White Star Line,
Her fittings were splendid – the grand staircase was fine.
880 odd feet and weighing over 52,000 tons,
She was built to inspire awe in even the most jaded daughters and sons.
Built by Harland and Wolff in the town of Belfast,
She was designed to endure, designed to last.
Thomas Andrews, the man who designed this great ship,
Remembered now not for brilliance but one mighty blip,
That the lifeboat procedures were not thought through,
And there were not enough to take 2,224 passengers and crew.
She was under the command of one Edward Smith,
And news of her indestructible nature became shrouded in myth.
They sailed her too fast and when she hit the ice,
Despite watertight compartments, five of them filled in a trice.
She set off from Southampton on 10 April, 1912,
On the 14th, south of Newfoundland, her hull was shelved.
She hit that iceberg at 11.40 at night,
By 2.20, she broke up, foundered and was lost from sight.
John Jacob Astor and Guggenheim both went down,
But one who survived was “the unsinkable Molly Brown”,
The wreck of Titanic lies on the sea bed,
But her legend survives, as did the living and dead.
The Titanic
09 Monday Sep 2013
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