I’m no Keats or Wadsworth but here’s a brief ode to the wonderful and under appreciated F-111 Aardvark. Enjoy!
Behind sweeping wings Pratt & Whitneys churn
The Aardvark sits ready to fly
With a thumping roar we dump and burn
And scream into the sky
Whether flying high with ECM or low with heavy munitions
The Aardvark rends the sky and leaves sound behind
Mach numbers breaking the needle at 2.5
The Engineers behind this beast are mathematic magicians
A beautiful machine from well-trained minds
When you’re flying in an Aardvark you know that you’re alive.