RELIC

I thought I’d visit America, land of the brave, land of the free, it was there I left my lover with her I longed to be. So I bought my ticket for this ship and off we sailed at pace, traveling at so many knots as if in a time trial race.
The ship it was beautiful all brand new and shiny, her very first trip out to sail the deep and freezing briny. The band it played up on deck to the ladies serenaded, up and down the iron deck with their beaus they promenaded.
The engines roared from funnels four smoke it puffed and poured, then this crash something had smashed I heard sailors shout “Oh Lord” The ship it began to sink the bows they went down first, I was beginning to panic beginning to fear the worst.
I couldn’t get a boat, I’m not a man of note and I’m also not a female. I set up a nest in this old chest using my long johns as a sail.
So I’m sat here now watching antique shows on tv, this old pot from this ship wreck plot worth millions it could be. If that’s the value of that relic Hispanic, then what about this surviver of the great Titanic.

All words Meadowhead Bard.