The Lusitania and the Titanic

Ended both horrid and tragic

Many had died

Families did cry

And some got depression called manic.

A girl with a dress made of paper

Was enthralled by dangerous capers

She deeply loved gangsters

And girls who were pranksters

Who knows what horrible fate will await her?

A rowdy youg boy named Simon

Was up to the hay loft climbin'

He took one wrong step

At the bottom he met

A pitchfork, and there he lay dyin'.

The death of a malicious ogre

Will bring valor to the sword holder

Their praise will be sung

By the old and the young

But valor won't keep you from molder.

(molder: to decay or crumble into dust, not a character from the x-files)