The not so curious case of the dogs and the car

She was dressed in white with a curved sultry bonnet,
With a wide chassis that carried her weight upon it,
When she’d ride the streets, every single dog on it,
Would woof and howl a canine love sonnet.
 
With her silvery tyres she’d ride the streets
And despite other cars also plying in fleets,
The dogs, for her alone, would perform poetic feats, 
They'd go on their fours and recite Milton and Keats. 
 
Some of the dogs would try and pee on her tyres, 
To ignite within her ignition, sensual fires,       
They’d howl and yelp like orchestrated choirs,
But from the depths of her engine, she knew they were liars!
 
The other cars passed remarks, unflattering and snide,
They were envious, t’was a feeling they couldn’t hide,
They advised her to let go of her false sense of pride,
And settle for a dog and concede to be his bride.
 
But she, being mechanically well endowed and blest, 
Had much more mileage than the rest.
she knew the cars meant well but she knew what's best,
and to prove it, she put the besotted dogs to test.
 
So, the next day, while on her daily drill,
She waltzed down the road and the dogs chased her until,
She stopped in her tracks and stood very still,
Threw open her doors and said “Be your bride, I will". 

She then switched to reverse gear, 
Edged towards the dogs and came very near, 
"You love me" she said "Don't you my dear?
Come hither, pee on my tyres and smell my rear" 

The dogs were stunned with this change of mind,
They sniffed her tyres and then her behind,
Unsatisfied, they growled and their teeth began to grind,
They left her there and chased after the next car they could find.

Switching on her headlights, she brightened in face,
She turned to her peers and said to them with grace,
"What you just saw is not an exceptional and curious case,
It is a known fact that dogs only enjoy the chase". 

"So once and for all, understand this and be wise,
Don't fall for the canine attention, it's all complete lies,
And the next time, to woo you, a dog tries,
Don't give him your heart, a chicken leg would suffice."                                                                                                                                                                                                               

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