Formula One

Formula One

Magnificent machines of Formula One,
Sit there glinting in the sun,
Dressed and polished looking so grand,
Logos, adverts from every land.
Flying flags and waves of cheer
The Grand Prix race is finally here!

Out come all the racing stars
Ushered in groups around their cars
Vivid visors protecting faces,
Adjusting straps to different places.
Walking to their car stood in rows
In their coloured baby-grow’s
Adorned with logo’s of the team,
Waving to fans that shout and scream.

Frenzied fray of mikes and wires,
Tell pouncing press their desires.
Robotic roars and screaming whine
Green lights go – exhausts explode in time..
The first corner is reached too soon,
Screeching screams because there’s no room!
Tense like moments that seem so still,
Frantic fracas - who will get the kill?
Skiving driving –missed by an inch,
Some still going without a flinch.

G-force, pressure, speed times and laps,
Adding stress to fill those gaps
Tension tight - will he get past,
Or will those tyres not outlast?
Pit stops in case of rain –
Can he get in front again?

Finally it all comes clear,
Which car is the leader here.
Last minute attempts to increase in time,
Just before the finishing line.
Chequered flag snapped across the rails -
Crowd roars and winner hails
Champagne showers and bottled drinks
The robotic rogue smirks and thinks……………..



Chrissie Nash 2011