All At Sea My Boyhood Poem
A Memory of Pott Shrigley.
The ship had struck an iceberg
a hole yawned in its side.
In came the water racing fast -
a swirling rushing tide.
Then up came Jack the captain,
He cried "put fear to rout -
I've blown a hole in the other side
to let the water out".
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