Happy, Happy thoughts in my head,
Sleeping deeply in a luxurious bed,
Lovely, Lovely bed made of wood,
I would never change it even if I could,
My Mother shouting it's light, it's light,
C'mon children the sun is bright,
Breakfast, Breakfast being served,
My lovely china bowl beautifully curved,
Sunset, Sunset, Orange but nice,
For my supper I'll be eating rice,
Waiters serving me rice and pork,
The Titanic ship is on it's way to New York,
Iceberg's hit, Titanic's sinking down,
All the smiles and laughter turned into a frown,
Everyone running to the top deck,
Is the boat still horizontal, wait a second I'll double check,
4 People down and into the water,
They've been there to long, now dead like a floater,
All the spare lifeboats being used,
Women and children first, some men are not amused,
Thank You, Thank You for reading my poem,
I live in England, not in Rome
The Titanic ship is completely true,
Hey, just be glad you weren't there too.
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