The Good Ship Earth (revised) March 23, 2010
Posted by Princess Wordplay in Poetry.Tags: doomsday, metaphor, poem, Poetry, shipwreck, simile, united nations
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“Iceburg!” The vig’lant lookout cries
The man at helm, alert, he tries;
In vain, for Sea and Fate denies
Redemption for united fools
The vessel doomed then comes astride
Shook to its core as they collide
Like hymen of the virgin bride
She’s torn, the work of Fate’s sharp tool
The captain ponders what to do
His heads, (he has one ninety two)
Bicker and nag and talk it through
(Just secretaries citing rules)
At last, the captain’s heads agree
All must abandon hastily
He’ll see them through to their safety
Soon as he raids the safe for jewels
Only one small detail remains
There’s no life boats (budget constrains)
The passengers, they don’t complain
They’ll escape pain, becoming ghouls
The Good Ship Earth March 18, 2010
Posted by Princess Wordplay in Poetry.Tags: doomsday, metaphor, poem, Poetry, rhyme, simile, united nations
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“Iceburg!” The vig’lant lookout cries
The man at helm, alert, he tries;
In vain, for Sea and Fate denies
Achievement of this newest bourn
The vessel doomed then comes astride
Shook to its core as they collide
Like hymen of the virgin bride
With slow and steady force, she’s torn
The captain ponders what to do
His heads, (he has one ninety two)
Bicker and nag and talk it through
While leaving passengers forlorn
At last, the captain’s heads agree
All must abandon hastily
He’ll see them through to their safety
For it’s to this duty he’s sworn
Only one small detail remains
There’s no life boats (budget constrains)
Now numb to such trivial pains
The passengers just sit and mourn
