It’s the Monco Grand Prix, the grandest of the races on the calendar. Let us take a lyrical lap.
The Lights Go Out, The Tyres Burn
Sainte-Devote The Very First Turn
Is There A Crash, How Many Cars?
Your Safely Through To Beau Rivage
Inches From The Barrier At Massenet
The Cars They Jostle, Positions Are Set
Into Casino A Sweeping Curve
Mirabeau Next Will They Hold Their Nerve
Slow Right Down Approach The Hairpin
Grand Hotel Spectators Shout And Sing
Its Portier Next As They Enter The Tunnel
Heading For Novelle, Into The Chicane They Will Funnel
Sweep Round The Harbour Through Tabac
Then Louis Chiron, There’s No Turning Back
The Swimming Pool Section, No Time For A Dip
They’d Better Slow Down, Thats My Only Tip
Because It’s Rascasse Next, The Cars They Slow
Then Its Off Through Noghes And Off They Go
Through The Grid For Another Lap
As The Crowds They Scream, They Cheer, They Clap
This Is Monaco Full Of Glamour And Speed
These F1 Legends Are Brave Indeed
The Barriers So Daunting And The Crowd So Near
Negotiating The Streets, Drivers With No Fear
Neil Simmons
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