Dreadnought

The dreadnought.

It was always a happy thought,
That fate had us together brought!

This idea by me, was well bought;
And togetherness was all I sought!

Now for reasons next to naught ;
Constant wars are being fought!

It looks like an emotional drought,
It feels like pain of a neck wrought,

Realized I in a deep afterthought,
It is best to become a dreadnought.