The Titanic
The ship was long and narrow,
and it carried lots of cargo.
This ship had rooms and loads of doors,
Spick and span were all the floors.
A ship never before been used,
When I got on I was amused.
A journey not of many days,
Full of enjoyment in the suns rays.
It gets darker, it gets quieter,
Followed by a bell there’s no more laughter.
Worry, worry all around
To much shouting to much sound.
Crash, bang, a ships groan,
People in the sea all alone.
Floating down to the murky depth,
Titanic gives out it’s last solemn breath.
By Sarah Janion and Vicky Goodwin
