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.