Unsinkable Molly Brown Poem by Ima Ryma

She went aboard the ship, first class.
While on board she became concerned
That if disaster came to pass,
Too few lifeboats by count she learned.
And then did come that fateful night,
The wounded ship began to sink.
She helped evacuate from plight
Fellow passengers, to the brink
Of staying on the ship too long.
Someone tossed her in a lifeboat.
She rowed and tried to remain strong.
Around her did drowned bodies float.

She watched the Titanic go down,
The unsinkable Molly Brown.