F1 Poetry

[Formula None]

Prelude to a Crash

There once was a man
Whose talent was long
And his fans would say
He could do no wrong
He was very mature
Of that they were sure

And with a grin and a wink
His earring would twink
"Can I make that gap?"
Yes, I think

[Giblet]

I'll fire up a limerick to get started. I have not written poetry in years.

Lewis was fired up and thinking:
I'll go for that gap there that's shrinking,
Jenson moves over as Lewis mows clover,
louie's champ chances are sinking.

[ringo]

There was an old man who lived in a shu.
he had so many wins, he didn't know what to do;
Brawn gave him a tyre without any tread;
Then Nico whipped the shu soundly and put him to bed.

[Ciro Pabón]

A Racers' Song

By Rudyard Kipling

If you wake at midnight and start your TV,
Don't watch BBC nor those guys at Speed,
Them that don't look their feeds aren't told a lie.
Watch the wall of champions, while the Racers go by!

Four-and-twenty tubes,
Racing through the rain
Brandy for the FOM,
'Baccy for Race Clerks;
Laces for pitbabes
High-res pics for the spy,
And watch the wall of champions, while the Racers go by!

Running round the pits if you chance to find
drivers fuming loudly, of rainmaster kind
don't post in the thread, don't watch the replay;
just ignore the trolls - they'll be gone next day!

If you saw the racing line setting open wide;
If you saw that Hamilton took rightly the inside;
If your team pays penalties and mends any tores;
Post on the tech threads - don't you ask no more!

If you meet King Dennis' men, dressed in silver and red,
You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said.
If they call you 'blind faggot' while drooling their chins,
Don't you tell which fault was nor yet where no one's been!

Four-and-twenty tubes,
Racing through the rain
Brandy for the FOM,
'Baccy for Race Clerks;
Them that asks no questions
Isn't told a lie
And watch the wall of champions, while the Racers go by!

Note: this poem was translated to Spanish and back into English by some Spanish drunken translators evidently unfamiliar with racing (or literature: the rhythm varies wildly). I think something went wrong during the translations back and forth, so I apologize to Mr. Kipling original poem fans in advance for any transcription errors. My fault.

[Mr Alcatraz]

Bravo!

[Mr Alcatraz]

"Lewis Hamilton is a Man"

An original poem by Il Montovano volante 2011

Lewis Hamilton is a man.
Lewis Hamilton is "The Man".
With an Iron will,
And matching constitution
He is a leader which to aspire
As he is a legend for all to admire.
He is as his ancestors prodigiously bore.
And decendents rightfully adore.
Best man because the wisest.
Merrily live..... and roar.

[andrew]

Unsuccessful earlier prototype of this thread [url=herehttp://www.f1technical.net/forum/viewtopic.php ... +Limericks]here[/url].

Ferrari's are Red
Red Bulls are blue
Don't be forgetting
Fernando is faster than you

There was a big beard called Nick,
he was known for being quite quick,
but he never had the best car,
so his career hasn't gone far
Let's hope his Renault can do the trick!

Red bull were king of the mound
Cause their front wings flex down to the ground
DC doesn't doesn't notice
Are there hidden motives?
Of course! He's contractually bound.

[ringo]

A Racers' Song

By Rudyard Kipling

If you wake at midnight and start your TV,
Don't watch BBC nor those guys at Speed,
Them that don't look their feeds aren't told a lie.
Watch the wall of champions, while the Racers go by!

Four-and-twenty tubes,
Racing through the rain
Brandy for the FOM,
'Baccy for Race Clerks;
Laces for pitbabes
High-res pics for the spy,
And watch the wall of champions, while the Racers go by!

Running round the pits if you chance to find
drivers fuming loudly, of rainmaster kind
don't post in the thread, don't watch the replay;
just ignore the trolls - they'll be gone next day!

If you saw the racing line setting open wide;
If you saw that Hamilton took rightly the inside;
If your team pays penalties and mends any tores;
Post on the tech threads - don't you ask no more!

If you meet King Dennis' men, dressed in silver and red,
You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said.
If they call you 'blind faggot' while drooling their chins,
Don't you tell which fault was nor yet where no one's been!

Four-and-twenty tubes,
Racing through the rain
Brandy for the FOM,
'Baccy for Race Clerks;
Them that asks no questions
Isn't told a lie
And watch the wall of champions, while the Racers go by!

Note: this poem was translated to Spanish and back into English by some Spanish drunken translators evidently unfamiliar with racing (or literature: the rhythm varies wildly). I think something went wrong during the translations back and forth, so I apologize to Mr. Kipling original poem fans in advance for any transcription errors. My fault.

Does it rhyme when it's in spanish?
I always wondered that about spanish songs and poetry. Is rhyming possible in spanish?

[Jeffsvilleusa]

Zoom Zoom
The car goes "Vroom!"

The man behind the wheel
has nerves of hardened steel.

The acceleration burst
satisfies his G-force thirst.

The car moves like on rails,
on the straightaway it sails.

An opponent rises in view,
he sees an opportunity and drives right through.

He keeps the pedal to the floor
and he always shuts the door.

At the curve he loses traction,
but it only slows him for a fraction.

The fuel gauge, it says "low"-
to the pit he must go

for refueling and for tires;
the pit crew must not start any fires.

He's back on the track with a song in his heart.
He keeps pushing hard til he crosses the start.

With the car his to wield,
he's passed the whole field.

One last straight to drag
and he takes the checkered flag.

He stands tallest on the podium
while advertising chips with sodium.

The trophy is a 'beaut,
his wife says, "C'mere ya big galoot."

"Vroom!" "Vroom!"
The car goes zoom!