sneeze poem

I was so knackered yesterday that I went to bed at 8:30pm - anyone who knows me will understand how out of character that is! However this meant that I, of course, woke up at 2:30am and was unable to get back to sleep for a few hours. And filled with a burning desire to write a haiku about Top Gear. Here it is:

Middle-aged English lads
Drive fast cars I will never buy
The Stig likes bad music

My excuse? It was 3am - you do better...