Here’s some F1 2011 Haikus for you:
Youngest Champion,
Greets victory in the form,
Of an erect finger.
Many cheer for Mark,
A true-blue, fair dinkum bloke,
And Canberra Milk Kid.
Love or loathe the man,
One day you’ll tell grandchildren,
‘I watched Lewis race.’
Jenson – smooth like glass,
Champion through brains and Brawn,
His missus is fit.
The Spaniard in red,
Fernando’s. Faster. Than. You.
Don’t mention Petrov.
A knock on the head,
Did not kill Massa’s belief.
But team orders did.
Greatest of all time?
Red Baron back in Silver,
Never count him out.
Nico’s first win waits,
Father’s shadow hangs over,
Not for much longer?
Vitaly Petrov,
In quest to secure future,
Podiums won’t hurt.
‘Quick Nick’ to his fans,
Beard like Benny from ABBA,
Third winless German.
Loveable Rubens,
A triple centurion,
Quicker than The Stig.
Hugo Chavez’ mate,
Venezuela’s first ever,
Hopes for Pastors green.
Many praise Sutil.
Needs to score more and crash less.
He runs like a girl.
Young Scottish driver,
Has beaten Lewis and Seb,
And Ralf Schumacher.
Kobayashi-San,
Against Sauber’s samurai
You have no defence.
Luchador driver,
Sergio’s swiftness excites,
Not fan of stewards.
Sebastien who?
His wheels all fell off once.
And that’s about it.
Dropping the phat tunes,
DJ Squire’s up in here.
Points to come often?
Former race winner,
Jarno’s getting on a bit.
His wine’s quite tasty.
The last Flying Finn.
Heikki’s not easy to pass.
Just ask Mark Webber.
Glock makes six Germans.
Made a man of Virgin team,
Despite small fuel tank.
New Belgian rookie,
Branson’s popped Jerome’s cherry.
No more Virgin jokes.
Sole Italian,
Liuzzi won’t qualify.
Must have been desperate.
Indian driver,
I could make a taxi joke,
But that would be rude.
