Love and Plum Pudding Aboard The Titanic
He was waiting for me there. His arm was politely extended and he led me slowly across the ship's deck. We quietly entered the opulent dining room where he escorted me to a table for two. With a gentlemens cool finesse he pulled out my chair and I sat down facing him. Our waiter came and my sweet one ordered plum pudding. I ordered something else. He found the pudding delicious so he ate two bowls and one more. There was purple on his lips. Suddenly we heard a crash and I was flung into his arms. I do love the taste of plum pudding.