Beware The Ides Of April O Mighty Titania----Nostradamus Inspired By Jimmy Arnold’s Poem “Turbulent Waters”

The White Star Cruise Lines’ pride and joy, She was ready as could be;

The Titanic would take her maiden voyage, this monarch of the seas!

Twenty two hundred would come aboard, on that sunny April day;

Many rich and many poor, First Class or Steerage would they pay!

She left with thousands waving Bon Voyage, to loved ones on all the decks;

Never realizing that only one in three, would survive the disastrous wreck!

Captain Edward Smith rang her mighty horn, as She headed out to sea;

In just nine days to cross the Atlantic, in New York City then to be!

The accoutrements were beyond compare, for the many who rode First Class;

Silk tablecloths and Wedgwood china, with the finest crystal glass!

Rare champagnes and vintage wines, fine steaks and caviar;

The Astors, Rockefellers, their coteries, loved this cruise line called White Star!

The poor had parties on lower decks, they danced and on potatoes dined;

They also had their potables, but cheap rum instead of wine!

Yet very happy did they be, heading to America for a brand new start;

Where family and their dearest friends, had years ago there depart!

But then there came that fateful date, the Ides of April morn;

An iceberg tore into Titanic’s hull, soon Captain Smith blew the disaster horn!

Abandon ship the loud toots meant, all the people in disbelief;

Not knowing what laid in store for them, the epitome of grief!

The crew tried to keep the crowds in check, but chaos soon ensued;

People fought to be on scarce lifeboats, impossible to keep them all subdued!

Women and children were the first to go, with brave husbands left behind;

But some male cowards sneaked on the boats, in history now maligned!

It took not long for them to fill, so few were there that night;

For they had not practiced evacuation, never dreaming of their plight!

So many met their untimely deaths, unlike “Unsinkable Molly Brown”;

They leapt overboard and tried to swim, but in frigid waters drowned!

Many gave their lives that night, their wives and children saved;

As the longboats lowered them all down, to their loved ones did they wave!

Then all at once She turned on side, and started Her deep descent;

To the bottom of the ocean’s floor, where over a century there She’s spent!

O Davy Jones what a horrid sight, your locker is so full;

With souls just lost in the darkened sea, as the Lady down them pulled!

They say that sometimes a passing ship, will hear voices in the air;

They say they’re calling out a plea, “The Ides Of April Beware”!