The Ship

The Ship

A Poem by Scisenheart
"

My name is Rosie. Hence the S.S. Rosie

"
Upon the S.S Rosie
the crew are in a muddle.
Below deck, beside the srtaining hull
there begins to form a puddle.

"Not again" the captain sighs
 As she hears the sailors cry.
This ship will surely sink,
and they're alll going to die.

© 2012 Scisenheart


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Added on April 15, 2012
Last Updated on August 5, 2012

Author

Scisenheart
Scisenheart

Trapped inside my head, Scotland



Writing
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