Rondeau Redoublé

With the last shuttle, it was launched into space

No more to be seen by the children of men

That volatile substance could not have a place

Among those who choose its wiles to transcend.
 

Although its virtues they used to defend

Its memory now they try to erase

For its last vestige they had tried to send

With the last shuttle; it was launched into space!
 

For its disappearance they made a good case

Everyone knew that they were just friends

It was, they had said to the populace

No more to be seen by the children of men.
 

Its living months were not even ten

And it fell in a coffin covered with lace

If it had no pulse, it was obvious, then,

That volatile substance could not have a place.
 

“Our time together is quite commonplace,”

They said to those who would condescend

“It’s not a difficult thing to out pace

Among those who choose its wiles to transcend.”
 

But then it came crashing down once again

As his arm slowly slid ‘round her waist

They neglected to check when the mission would end

When they attempted to lose it post-haste

With the last shuttle.