F1 Poetry

Three Weeks Until Spa

Vrooooooom half the season gone already,
Vacation time for the chaps and even Eddie,
So what can we say in our half term report?
Whilst we sit with feet up in a sunny resort,
Has it been thrilling, exciting and a blast,
And how many times has our bet come home last?

Well, we had derisible tyres at the seasons start,
With failed attempts to fix it on Pirelli's part,
What with Tyre-Test-Gate and swapping wheels,
Independent Tribunal judged and backroom deals,
A hijacked three day young driver's test,
Sat out and missed by Mercedes best.

We got the usual DRS candy from baby passes,
And the victims tyres having the grip of molasses,
Delaminations gave way to explosive fails,
As Pirelli's proposed solutions hit the rails.
Meanwhilst domination by RBR and Seb Vettel,
Was driving his detractors clearly quite mental,

Raikkonen and Alonso have been looking good too,
Retiring Webber's had enough of being a number two,
Felipe Massa seems content to be second son,
But spatially challenged RoGro threatens his number one,
Button and Perez, well they're just miserable,
Doing their best but the car is incapable.

The Ham did right to get the hell off of the MacLaren ship,
Just look where they are in this years championship,
As Macca's hopes dim the light of hope has been seen,
With podiums and victories for the Mercedes team,
And Hamilton has finally settled well in,
With his outscoring Nico and his Hungary win.

So Formula One takes yet another blooming three week break away,
As midway through the GP in Hungary the season's done halfway,
With storm clouds gathering over poor ol' Bernie Ecclestone's head,
Because the Gribkowsky Bribe Affair is far from dead,
The German court reneges on a promise and will prosecute,
Bernie's liberty is on the line unless he's super cute.

The silly season is well upon us too, with a driver market in a mess,
Teams squealing for wheel men of quality and maybe one in a dress,
Against Lotus' hopes Raikkonen's being headhunted for RBR,
But needn't worry 'cause Red Bull is trying for a Ferrari star,
Alonso says he's fed up with his car but doesn't get similar flak,
To that suffered by The Ham who said the same a while back.

Meantime, the FIA will strictly enforce a factory shut down for everyone,
So all of the racing teams will have a proper rest, no doubt in the sun,
The movers and shakers will continue behind the scenes,
Trying their best to seal the deals of their dreams,
Hoping to get the right bum to sit in their team's tub,
As FOM and CNC seek a Bernie Ecclestone sub'.

So what should we expect from the 2013 Formula One season part two?
Whose cars will be better and in the pink and whose will be in the blue?
Will we see the continued rising of the Three Pointed Star?
And ever more disappointment from the all chrome car,
And can Ferrari give their drivers the equipment,
To get back on terms and back in the hunt.

Can Vettel show his mettle and carry on to dominate and win it,
And will everyone else get totally fed up with his fucking digit?
Will Lotus keep up their good work and give Kimi a real title shot,
And will RoGro drive better and not look like such a clot?
But what of all the others? we hear you shout,
Well at least they're in it until they're out.

by the poetic character residing in Fenderman's Head (31/07/2013)
 
Been a while since we had some poems . This is one I wrote a couple of months ago about the greatest racing driver, Ayrton Senna. I have posted this in another place, on a small forum I belong to, so I hope its ok to share it here too?



AYRTON SENNA
Ayrton Senna, Ayrton Senna,
Roll it off your tongue,
Ayrton Senna, Ayrton Senna,
Hear it like a song.
Ayrton Senna da Silva,
A legend amongst men,
Ayrton Senna da Silva,
Do you remember when…..

He was wheel to wheel with Mansel,
Down the pit straight in Spain,
Sparks flying, tyres crying,
Both on top of their game.
Two gladiators with their steads,
Neither would stop, phenomenal speeds,
Millimetres between the two,
What would happen?
What would they do?
They raced on oblivious
Iconic images given to us;
Senna didn’t win that one,
But there were plenty others that he won.

He fought through the field time and again,
Always peerless in the rain.
Left the rest slipping and sliding,
Senna supreme, pushing and gliding.
Prost stopped, afraid to race,
Afraid of Ayrton Senna’s pace.
Ayrton won countless in the wet,
There’s no one else on whom you’d bet.

Dark and brooding, deep, intense,
Articulate, made foes sound dense.
Quiet of voice, he made his point,
Put ‘know-all’ noses out of joint.
Misunderstood by many,
Loved by more,
Ayrton Senna da Silva,
Honest to the core.

Abused by Prost and Belestre,
He never lost his dignity.
He didn’t like the politics
Or underhanded dirty tricks.
When they acted with duplicity,
T’was they that looked the fools not he.
Embarrassed looks and shifty glances,
Dirty actions, guilty stances.
Senna turned and walked away,
Retribution came another day.

Death came to Imola,
That weekend in Spring,
He’d been absent for years,
Now his turn to sing.
You could smell him in the paddock,
Oppressive in the air,
Rustling through the treetops,
Shifting everywhere.
He trifled first with Rubens,
Senna’s friend and protege,
That merely fed his hunger,
He grew fat on lust that day.
Next he came for Roland,
Struck out at him with glee;
Senna wept for a comrade,
Wept in agony.
Yet still the evil lingered,
Broiling malice, pure spite.
He had more to do at Imola,
Was restless for the fight.

Professor Watkins felt it,
Begged Senna, ‘Please stop!
You don’t have to do this,
You’re already top.’
But Senna, tears wet on face,
Had to go, had to race.
The dark descended,
Start line crash;
Death was in ecstasy, having a bash.
But all was not done………
“ There’s going to be a fucking awful accident”
Said Sid…..There was……
The world stopped for a second,
Blood turned to ice,
Death had taken the very best,
No other would suffice.
Ayrton Senna da Silva,
Legend amongst men,
Ayrton Senna da Sliva
Never to race again.
 
We’re Red Bull Racing Don’t You Know

“Mr. Renault Man, I have to say,
We really are not pleased;
Your underperforming engine
Has brought us to our knees.
I know we won four times before,
But that was us not you,
We’re Red Bull Racing don’t you know,
And this just will not do.
If you don’t make us faster,
If you don’t make us win,
We’ll get our engines elsewhere,
You can stuff yours in the bin.
Ok, that’s it, we’ve had enough,
We warned you loud and clear,
Ferrari are improving
But we are nowhere near.
We do not want your engines,
‘Cos they’re rubbish, really bad!
We’re Red Bull Racing don’t you know,
And this just drives us mad.

“Good morning Toto, Niki,
We’ve come to make your day,
You’ll all be so excited
When you listen to what we say.
We want an engine supplier
And we have chosen Merc,
We had to dump Renault
‘Cos their engine wouldn’t work.
We realise you’ll be ecstatic,
To power our great car,
We’re Red Bull Racing don’t you know,
And we will take you far.”

“Thank you kindly Christian,
We’ll see what can be done,
Now if you’ll excuse us,
We have a team to run”.
Ring ring…..
“Hello there Christian,
Bin thinking what you said,
Nice of you to offer,
But we’re supplying Manor instead.”

“Good morning my friend Maurizio,
Amazing what you’ve done!
You’ve taken on Mercedes,
And sometimes you’ve won!
We really love your engine,
Ferrari are so great.
We have a little deal for you,
We want to be your mate.
We want to run your engines,
You’ll be honoured by this fo’ sure,
We’re Red Bull Racing don’t you know,
How could you want for more!”

“Well yes, we’ll supply an engine,
Be pleased to help you out,
You realise it’ll be the B spec,
Of that there is no doubt.”

“This isn’t fair!” Wailed Christian,
Deitrich joined in too.
Helmut snarled and gnashed his teeth.
It really was a to do.
All went crying to Bernie,
“This cannot happen to us!
We’re Red Bull Racing don’t you know,
And we’ll kick up a fuss!
We’ll take our teams and leave F1,
And what will you do then?
You won’t survive without us,
You cannot carry on.”
Bernie tried this and Bernie tried that,
There was nothing he could do,
The three wise men from Red Bull
Were in a terrible stew.

“ Mr. Honda man, a little word,
We know your engine’s poo,
But maybe by next season,
We’ll see what it can do.
We’d like to take a chance on it,
We’d like to give it a go.
We know you’ll be delighted,
We’re Red Bull don’t you know.”

“ Gentlemen I’m sorry,
The answer has to be no.
We only work with McLaren.
Now it’s time for you to go.”

“ Mr. Renault man, I have to say,
We’ve been a little hasty.
Your engines really aren’t that bad,
In fact they’re rather tasty.
Let’s shake hands on a new deal.
Let’s all try again.
Let’s go racing together.
Let Red Bull Renault reign!”

“ You weren’t very nice Mr. Horner,
You damaged the Renault brand.
You weren’t very fair Mr. Horner,
But we’ll lend a helping hand.
We’ll supply you with an engine,
Overlook the last two years.
We’ll forget the humiliation,
The tantrums and the tears.
Because you’re Red Bull Racing,
We’ll leave our little row,
But you’ll have to take the B spec
We have our own team now.
 
Shorter + Rude "Two Ronnies" version

Renault, we were great
To those titles you lucked,
But we have to stick with you,
Because otherwise we're... not going to have an engine.
 
DON'T BE MEAN ON VETTEL.

Oh Sebastian Vettel,
What did you do?
Rear ended Hamilton,
Got in a stew.
Was it cos he's faster?
Didn't want him to blast ya?
Or worried the pink devil
Would come screaming past ya?

Don't be mean on Vettel,
The fault isn't his,
The fault is Lewis Hamilton's,
You know it always is!

But wait, there's more,
What's happening now?
Vettel's pulled round
And he's having a row.
All waving arms
And red hot anger,
Turned in on Hamilton
Like a stock car banger.
But hey, no need to cream it,
He didn't really mean it.
Stay calm, he did no harm ,
Just a moment of red mist
All he needs is a slap on the wrist.

Don't be mean on Vettel,
The fault isn't his,
The fault is Lewis Hamilton's,
You know it always is!

I don't know what came over him,
He's usually good as gold,
Great ambassador for the sport,
Always does as he's told....
Though there was that time in Mexico,
I think it was last year;
When he told Charlie Whiting
To "Fuck of out of here!"
Not once but twice he said it,
Twas broadcast live as well
But he was REALLY sorry,
So on this we shouldn't dwell.
He promised that no longer
Would he lose control or err,
Would always use due diligence,
Be cautious and take care.
He was so VERY sorry
And would study F1 rule book
If only just this one time
They'd please let him off this cruel hook.

Don't be mean on Vettel,
The fault isn't his,
The fault is Lewis Hamilton's,
You know it always is!

Oh! there was his time at Red Bull
When he partnered Webber,
There were few things happened
As they raced together.
Who was the turkey in Turkey?
The facts have become a bit murky.
Did Vettel go wide?
Or squeeze alongside?
Before his wheel got jerky.

Don't be mean on Vettel,
The fault isn't his,
The fault is Lewis Hamilton's,
You know it always is!

Then there's that thing,
With the Silverstone wing.
Vettel nicked Mark's
Oh what larks!
But the wing came back to sting!
You see, the Brits love Mark Webber,
Adopted him as their own,
When they knew of this skulduggery
You should have heard the groan!
As one, they turned to voodoo,
There was nothing Vettel could do-do
Mark won the race,
At tremendous pace,
Not bad for a number two-two!
But that was a long, long time ago,
Vettel has changed now don't you know!
He's really just a nice guy,
He's funny, makes folk laugh.
So we all have to forgive him
The odd little gaffe.

Don't be mean on Vettel,
The fault isn't his,
The fault is Lewis Hamilton's,
You know it always is!

Penalty points! A thorny one.
Vettel has more than ANYONE!
Than ANYONE has EVER had!
I don't understand,
He isn't bad.
I guess he took out Massa,
Nico Rosberg too;
And engaged in dangerous driving,
With Danny Ric, 'The Shoe'
Which brings us back to Baku,
Where twice he hit Hammy.
"BRAKE TEST! BRAKE TEST!"
" No I'm sorry sonny,
We checked the telemetry,
And that doesn't lie,
You caused the accidents...
OH! Sebby! Please don't cry!
We can make it better,
We'll make it all okay!
You just need to say 'sorry',
And we'll forget this horrid day!

(" okay, sorry" )
( Good boy! No further action. )

Don't be mean on Vettel,
The fault isn't his,
The fault is Lewis Hamilton's,
You know it always is!

You know he drives a Ferrari?
The FIA love those.
And they need another driver
To keep Hamilton on his toes.
When Ferrari have a nightmare,
Or the drivers can't hack it;
Don't get too disgruntled
When the FIA do their racket.
They love the red cars SO much!
It makes them wet their pants,
So they have to help out Vettel
When he goes on one of his rants.

Don't be mean on Vettel,
The fault isn't his,
The fault is Lewis Hamilton's,
You know it always is!
 
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"To Haas and Haas not"

You're steaming down the straight in the middle of the pack.
And you've got half a dozen cars crawling over your back.
You think your doing great, until you hit the brake,
Then your flying over the chicane and it all begins to crack.

My brakes don't work
They call me RoGro
My brakes don't work
And I'm on the radio
Screaming at my team because the brakes Don't work.

The grunt of my Ferrari engine is great down the straight
Flying past Mclarens with a smile on my face
But then I put my foot down and it turns into a frown.
Because this bloomin car ain't stopping and I'm back to last place.

My brakes don't work
And now I'm full of woe
My brakes Don't work
And I'm on the radio
Screaming at my team because the brakes don't work
 
I remember Vettels TR in Sao Paolo from 2011, at the time he was struggling with a gear box issue, his word were, 'I feel like Senna'.
I wonder if when Hamilton crashes we'll hear the words, 'I feel like Princess Diana'.
 
No Titch, not at all.
I met her a couple of times, once when she'd been married to Charles for about 5 years (she seemed fairly normal) and again in about '93 when she seemed, shall we say, less 'together'.
 
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