Just sit right back and you'll

hear a tale, a tale of a fateful

trip that started from an English

port (not wine - but would stain

a certain shipping line's sacred

reputation) aboard a 269 m long

ship . . .

The crew of 943 were a bunch of

mighty sailin' men and women, the

Captain (not Bligh) was brave, but

unsure; 2,603 passengers set sail

that day; 1.517 would meet their

fate . . .

The weather wasn't rough - the

sister ship of the Olympic wasn't

tossed; if not for the stupidity of

the cost cutting owners, the Titanic

would never have sunk - the ship

struck an iceberg - lookouts were

blind; Captain was catching a few

zzz's . . .

The Titanic was really screwed - it's

propellers were too small for the ship;

the rivets were inferior - the water

rushed in like a fool; lifeboats could

only accommadate 52% - you do the

math; the rest jumped or stayed on

board while the band played, "I Only

Have Ice for You"; either way it would

have been an uphill climb from a watery

grave . . .

A wireless message was sent out -

CQD; the nearest ship was the RMS

Carpathia (not 'Carpediem') - some

58 miles away; arrived four hours

late; by then the Titanic was in its

final resting place; claims were made

later that a curse had existed on the

ship - placed there by a 'crews of

fiction' . . . ?

'2008' RLS