Violet Jessop [POEM]

Who could foretell whether

it would be farce, sweet comedy,

or a tragedy?

— Violet Jessop

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Violet Jessop

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Have you heard of Miss Unsinkable,

And of the tragedies that occurred?

Have you heard of this “Angel of Death,”

And the cruel fate she brings along?

She was known as Violet Jessop,

A beau, according to history,

Who had danced and laughed and played with Death

Whenever the two of the would meet,

It all began with the White Star Line,

A stewardess in a grand cruise ship

Was the position that she had sought,

But was the beginning of it all,

Olympic, one of the three cruise ships,

Came to be her second dwelling place,

A home beyond the edges of land

That she once knew, and that she once loved,

And while living conditions were not

As grand as those who were engers,

She enjoyed her work, for she could go

And meet some unfamiliar faces,

But, of course, therein comes the changes,

She bid farewell to the Olympic

And went to another cruise ship,

One that's known in every icebreaker,

Lo and behold the ship, Titanic,

Disembarking on soft April day,

A story farce or sweet comedy

Overshadowed by its tragedy,

And a tragedy, it surely met,

It was laughable, said Violet,

Who was in a state of disbelief

Until she was in a rescue boat,

But even so, she needed money,

So our gal Violet o'er here

Took another job at White Star Line,

Brittanic, the last of the three ships,

Behold, magnificent Brittanic,

A ship far better than Titanic,

And while it did boast such luxury,

War happened (and this one is chunky!)

From a cruise ship serving the rich folks,

To a hospital ship for the war,

And tragedy was not far behind

When the ship has struck a German Mine,

The people rushed into the lifeboats,

Violet, though, remained ever calm

Despite the fact the ship's propellers

Were chopping things not pork nor poultry,

Propellers, having their little joke,

And soon about to meet Violet,

But she did nothing quite heroic

For, fun fact, this lady couldn't swim,

Yet miraculously, she survived

All thanks to her plentiful thick hair

That cushioned her head from the metal

Fans of the inescapable death,

Dear Violet— Miss Unsinkable,

Survivor of White Star tragedies,

Have you heard of this “Angel of Death,”

And the cruel fate she meets along?

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