Number 91, Twicetanic

Twicetanic

A hundred years ago it sailed,
On a maiden voyage that failed.
Down into the icy sea,
Thank the Lord it didn’t take me.
People paid a hefty price,
And many of them paid it twice;
But there is no need to panic,
You can still sail on Titanic!
If you like others take the view,
That this is what you’d like to do;
You can keep your dream afloat,
Though you thought you’d missed the boat.
You can have another chance,
In that ballroom yet to dance,
You can rearrange the chairs,
On the deck and take the airs,
Strut your stuff upon the deck,
And not perish in a wreck.
Although there will be some who say
You’re dancing on their graves that way.
The ship is set to sail once more,
Exactly as it was before:
Titanic Two is going to be,
Perfect as it goes to sea,
Every detail replicated,
As if no single thing has dated;
Identical in every way,
Just safer, or that’s what they say!
Built in China, not Belfast;
Does this mean it’s built to last?
But what about the risk of ice...
Could the same thing happen twice?
Modern navigation stuff,
Surely ought to be enough,
Unless for authenticity,
It hits an iceberg wittingly!

© Stephen Saunders

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