Cash from Hibernia and Terra Nova cancelled what we once knew about shipwrecks, when green water ran on the slanted decks

You couldn’t compete with them or with man, or so we think: extinction’s a mystery we’ll never understand

There also was an obit for Oasis; The aging rockers had fused and perished, faces Picassoed, mop tops mixed

Everyone’s uncle thinks that they are the world’s most handsome NDN, and no one says otherwise.