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 pr