Bowing, I grace the deck.
Chiffons of the rich blow in the breeze.
Denied that I exist, I race off to find my place.
Evening comes soon, a morbid buffet appears.
First the pigeon, then I lurch to the deck.
Green is my face, after the sick.
Hung over the rail, I toss up the squab.
“ICE!” I shout, “my meal has landed upon a berg!”
Jerking to action, I yell for the captain.
“Keep calm” A steward shushes.
“Lo, there’s ice in the sea!” I cry.
“Miss, mind the guests” he hushes.
“No” I wail, “I see a vicious berg!”
“Once again” I threaten him, “out of my way!"
Pushing him aside, I run my race.
“Quartermaster!” I yell, “the Captain!"
“Right there” he points, “five decks up”.
Surging forth, I sweat the climb.
Two clicks later, a loud bang!
Underneath, the hull screams.
Victory, I was right!
Who cares if I die, I didn’t lie!
Xenon bulbs start to flicker as lifeboats drop.
“Yes”, I tell everyone, “ME, thank ME!”
Zizzling steam flattens my pride as I dive alone, into an empty boat.