This is a really long and sometimes boring poem about titanic that I wrote today when I was supposed to be studying ancient practices of Islam. Please tell me what you think!!!

Titanic
an epic poem
(Well, it's an epic move!)

This is a tale that begins
in the present, when the last
survivor from Titanic
recalls a voyage past.

Rose DeWitt Bukatter
sailed the sea at seventeen
Though engaged to a pompous jerk
She had a different dream

Jack Dawson was a simple man
won his ticket in a poker game
Though she was in first class and he in third
To him it was all the same.

The second day he saw her
and looked deep in her eyes
Of course, Cal ruined the moment
And no one could have realized

That like the lovers first encounter
Titanic's sail was planned
Fate had charted both their courses
Because it always takes a hand.

Night came and Rose was running
>From what she did not know
Her heart was set on jumping
>From the rail of the ship's bow.

That's when our hero comes
and luckily, he stepped in
He called Rose crazy, told of the cold
She thought he'd had too much gin.

He finally convinced her
And she turned around
But oh! She slipped on the skirt of her dress!
Her screams were heard all around.

Jack grabbed her hand
and pulled her up
They fell on the deck
and here starts the muck--

'cause the master of arms appeared
And saw the questioning pose
Rose's hair was amuss
And she wore RIPPED PANTY HOSE!

You can imagine how this looked
Though it wasn't what it seemed
Jack was arrested, Cal got mad
It was a wonderful little scene!

But Rose saved the day
With an enterprising little story
She said she'd tried to see the propellers
If Jack hadn't been there...it'd be gory.

Jack was invited to dinner
So the first class could have some fun
The first class thought he was a winner,
But it was Rose's heart that he won.

Afterwards they went to a party
Where Jack taught Rose to dance
Whirling around the steerage decks
and into a beautiful romance.

After church services the next day
They threw caution to the wind
As Titanic sailed towards disaster
People telegraphed home to their kin.

Jack found Rose and expressed
His undying love for her
She said she couldn't see him anymore
The afternoon was a blur.

Rose finally came to her senses
Who wouldn't love such a Romeo?
When the sun set they were flying
As they smooched above the ship's bow.

That was the last time (said Rose)
Titanic ever saw daylight
Soon she'd go beneath the depths
Encased in eternal night.

But let's not get ahead or ourselves
Stuff happens before she sinks!
After all, this is a three hour movie,
There's more left than you think!

[There will be a stanza or two about the drawing and Lovejoy chasing them]

They went into the luggage room
Found a car and got inside
Rose said, "Put your hands on me Jack"
And he was much obliged.

Up in the bridge it's zero hour
And the captain's gone to bed
Icebergs have been sighted
Or so the Californian said.

Jack and Rose were on the deck
Unaware of the impending doom
When from the crow's nest the lookout spied
An iceberg in the gloom.

Murdoch said "hard to starboard"
But it was way too late
The iceberg sliced her on the side
And in so sealed her fate.

[I am writing more as soon as I get a chance!]

WBS with your opinions!

{-e-}

-- Natalie (mlent@erols.com), March 16, 1998

Answers

this got really screwed up when it was put on the server, if you email me directly i will send you one that's right.

-- Natalie (mlent@erols.com), March 17, 1998.

I think this is good so far Natalie. Keep writing!

-- Jennifer (foo@bar.cpm), March 18, 1998.

I love the stanza "They went into the luggage room..."

Please write more!

-- Becky Gordon (becky.gordon@pfs.sprint.com), March 19, 1998.

I like poems and I have read alot and this one is very good!!

-- Justine (Juggulachick@msn.com), January 24, 2003.

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