(With apologies to Joyce Kilmer)
I know that I can never love
A broken F1 nose, which there are many of.
A nose whose blecch design is writ
In FIA rules – and thus legit;
A monstrous honker where Newey has conspired
To hide some innovation that hasn’t yet transpired;
A nose that ruins, for all to see;
A Ferrari that otherwise lovely would be.
Sole McLaren think it’s baneful
And for their car my eyes are grateful;
F1 cars aren’t made by fools like me,
But I sure wish they’d be more pretty.