Concorde Poem by Rod Cox

The aero-thermodynamic name
Of Concorde's elegant paper dart frame,

Is hot, very hot, very very very hot.

But in Blue sky where the hot dart fly;
Champagne in rain or where Desert Goes By:

It's so Cool, very Cool, very very very Cool.

Ballet on runways; Roar to go higher;
The Torque hits your back & sets tyres on fire.

It's so fast, Watch it go, now it's passed, Planes are slow........

An unexceptional U.S. Kite
Left shrapnel behind on an earlier flight

Hit the tyre, in the jets, Dart's on fire, nothing's left.

That Unexceptional U.S.A.-
Couldn't build a Concorde or earn cachet -

Has got guns, will not pay; Concorde's Fun has had its day.

The Unexceptional U.S.A.:
Destroying Concorde - every day.