On the day that she set sail,
Thousands stood amazed.
Looking at her strong built bow,
All they did was gaze.
Five nights in,
Only two days left on ship.
She was yet to have a single imperfection,
Not a scratch, not a chip.
In the distance something appeared,
Something giant and white.
Coming closer and closer to the front of the boat,
Previously unseen in the dim moon light.
The ice burg passed fast,
Causing chaos throughout the boat.
No one knew what to do,
Just enough time to find a coat.
Women and children hurried to the rafts,
Men helped without a second thought.
Lowered down into the darkness,
They peered down at their tickets they wished they'd never bought.
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