Ironic Preportions...

Yeah... turns out I'm not doing well in English this quarter. We're just about to finish the poetry unit and I only really have one good poem. My others kind of fail at the moment. It was about a ship. You will know if you heard about it and read the poem. Anyway, let's get on with it.

Iron Horse

Through trial and error, North Star built you from steel.
Into the meniacal ocean of crashing waves you walked into. You then get filled with
Thousands of ants, white to black. Snorting, you battle
Against the waves that squeeze your sides as you galloped into the
Night. With the First Class having worry and fright, you hit the sturdy
Iceberg. The ants fled onto water roaches, some only
Containing half of the max as you crashed into the Atlantic bed, halved...

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