Top Gear: the anthology of poetry
We asked you all to compose odes to Top Gear for National Poetry Day. Here are the very best...
Posted: 03 Oct 2013
Hearing the sound of the open throttle
Oh how I wonder who it must be as Chicago comes around on gear 3
Is it Captain Slow?
Oh how I must wonder, but I cannot hear any mumbling, just the sound of thunder
Is it Hammond?
No. This man sees over the wheel
And his teeth do not glisten like the jewels of the Queen's steel.
Then yes it must be
The sound of more power racing through my TV
The sound of the Ford GT
The sound of a man with E.D
His name Jeremy
Oh but a lonely man sits by the rocks and plays with his twig
His name , the Stig
This is Top Gear.