And we're off. For the first day of NaPoWriMo we have a poem about a famous flagship of the Royal Navy. Seems an odd choice for April Fool's Day, but here we go.
Victory
A beast of the waters,
a hundred cannons lining its hull,
the flagship of oceanic warfare.
The Victory bristles with guns,
hairs which stand on end
at the sight of an enemy armada.
They bristled at Ushant, twice.
They bristled at Gibraltar,
and at Cape St. Vincent,
opening fire each time bar one.
Then came Cape Trafalgar.
The old warship charged
at the enemy fleet across the water,
a bloodthirsty hound of the sea.
That fight nearly proved its last,
duelling a fearsome opponent,
a fight in which it lost its commander
but from which it emerged a scarred veteran.
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