A Sad Naval tale from the Bonnie

Their blood ran cold with horror
As they gazed on the awful scene
Their faces paled with anquish
And their gills turned faintly green

For seldom has anybody suffered
As they did that horrible day
Seldom before have humans
Beheld such a ghastly display

There on the deck before them
The shattered remnants flowed
And a steady stream of crimson
Sought its' level on Burma Road

And they stood in breathless silence
As men who were stricken dumb
For they had just seen the Duty PO
Drop a case of pusser Rum