Many hours of troubled toil,
with sweat upon their brows,
men crafted metal bent it so,
those laboured days of vows.
To build a vessel made to last,
and sail till time stood still,
but they should have followed plans of old,
and built it with good will.
But with hardened steel unbreakable,
they launched a ship so fair,
it might have reached its journeys end,
if a block of ice weren’t there.
So many souls were lost that night,
cold waters took them home,
their frozen bodies swallowed up,
as funnels made an icy foam.
Now two by two they said goodbyes,
but it needn’t have been that way,
if only they’d followed Noah’s skills,
they may still have been alive today.
Honorable mention
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