Car Snatchers Bounce Back

‘Farewell’, we thought the Four bade, To the angering crime of Raid, And suddenly they vanished with Brown’s Motorcade, Sprouting disappearing wings! ‘The Four Accursed Things!’ Off with a B-M-W of superb grade, Its color, a firm promise never to fade, And sleekness, a salute to whom had it made … And into the matter stung cops said to wade, Badly wanting their hands on them lay, Plus God who had heard that ‘Farewell’ they’d said, And wants B-M-W snatching sin dead. Punitive whips must land their loudest whack For car snatchers to not bounce back.