but after a night of 'drink'; she imagined a 'war';
and with her SUV, she then settled a score
and a crowd soon was dispersed,
by Lizzie's 'foot to the floor'. . .
'poor Lizzie', she wailed. . .as her victims cried,
and Lizzie's next war, was to think up a lie,
to exlain 'why'. . .
she should not have to pay. . .for her driving that day. . .