Goldfinch60

Swarm of Fiats.

There I was

Driving up the road,

Minding my own business

When they appeared,

Appeared all around me,

Like bees round a honey pot.

What was it that attracted them,

I could have swatted them

But no, I just moved on,

And there ahead of me

Were more of them.

Why were they doing this?

What was it that attracted them.

Attracted them to me?

I had to do something,

So I put my foot down,

Swept passed them

And left those pesky Fiat Five Hundreds

In my wake.