Rms Queen Mary
The RMS Queen Mary.
Was a ship, and not a ferry.
Out at sea, from dawn till dusk.
The White Star Liner.
Would never rust.
It would sail by day,
and then by night.
With eighty one thousand tons and power.
You could sail the ocean blue.
Every minute of the day,
or every minute of the hour.
Named after Mary of Teck.
The wife of a King.
Legend has it..
She was a clean machine.
Three large turrets.
The size of a mountain.
Steam rolled out.
Like a smoke stack poutin'.
Finally, the Queen.
She had to retire.
Long Beach it was.
California for hire!
Ship-Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2009,2014..
All rights reserved..
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