Poem – F1 Racing Alex Risely

Poem – F1 Racing

Speeding down the track
At 200 miles per hour
No one can spot me
They are in a dust shower

Right behind in 8th
Trying to overtake
Swerving, turning, skidding
Scared to make a mistake

Just finished lap 50
Only one more to go
Giving it 100%
Can’t be going slow

Turning the last corner
Flat out through the straight
Overtaking some drivers
My car begins to shake

The finish is in sight
The chequered flag is waving
Will I be victorious?
The podium is waiting