Star-Crossed Lovers

If a single star, is a brief delay For a ship too far, in a far-fetched way Then a full-flung fling, on a fateful fly Is a hull-hung thing, on a hateful high When I sing my song, in a sad singer's voice In a mad sing-along, and a bad singer’s choice There is just one wrong, and a single mystery For a solitary gong, and a salty melody On a Monday night, by the stars far away There is just one bite, in a Mars Milky Way And the gloam, you ignite, by the sand, and the sea Is the poem, you recite, for the canned revelry For the star-crossed two, living two-crossed lives Where the hard-frost gives, and the chard survives There is plenty to do, when the dew-drop dies And the last laugh lives, where the least love lies.