CONCORDE

 

Made jointly in Britain and France   

This thing of beauty and elegance

I was at school when she first flew

It would not be bested that I knew

When a boy it was only a prototype

So unique there was no need to hype

The most beautiful sight I ever saw

Impossible not to be left in awe

I thought it was a fantastic dream

Revolutionary as harnessing steam

An example of the designer’s art

Shaped like a hi-tech paper dart

To see the white lady gracefully soar

And hear the Rolls Royce engines roar

Brian Trubshaw brought her to life

Cutting through the ether like a knife

Its painted livery reflecting bright

While achieving supersonic flight

Apparently not everyone is a fan

Not seeing the achievement of man

The have-nots looked on with envy

Was it the craft of the bourgeoisie?

The powers that be in their wisdom

Have grounded this phenomenon

The news brings tears to my eyes

As she’s no longer to grace our skies

So, what’s to become of the Concorde?

The graceful lady so much adored

The destiny of the planes is a done deal

Broken for scrap or sale piecemeal

As if taken out of service is not enough

Pieces will be sold on eBay to a buff

Or maybe something even more bizarre

To be used as ornaments or Object d’art

No more chance of traveling deluxe

Were left to the flying cattle trucks

The Lumbering giants defying gravity

With Bigger payloads and longevity