Lymerick

Although dogs might be true sometimes they
Do things that they shouldn’t do. Hey,
When he’s bad, it’s a sign
That he got out of line.
Just be glad he might sometimes obey.

A dog can be taught how to beg
Or to walk through the Alps with a keg;
So it's really quite queer
I can't teach Fido here
Just to fall out of love with my leg.

My dog never met her before.
When her chain clicked she slipped through the door
And my neighbor yelled, “Stop!”
But my dog wouldn’t stop
Nor would his since they both wanted more.

My vehicle's yielded her starter;
The piece of junk ain't worth a barter.
She bore me through trials
250K miles
And ran well and died as a martyr.

When I was a strapping young Jack,
I attached license plates to my hack.
Pluvial succors
Just rusted them f*ckers;
Now I can't get the jolly things back.

I should have told my dad I was going to buy that car before I bought it but he fixed it up for me when my repairs backfired

There are reasons why junk cars are cheap
Since the cost of repairs can get steep,
But they run for a while
And may give you a smile
Like the least likely treasure to keep.

Car repair is one of the fine arts
But I'm always short just a few parts
Detroit made her
With dual carburetor
But lately her tail pipe just farts

I had needs be a vehicle buyer,
So I thought I should visit a liar.
He looked in my eyes
And told me some lies;
Now again I progress upon tire.

Rain water blowing all under my hood
I knew that was doin' my motor good
Why caint'cha be true
Why caint'cha be true - hoo
Wisht I could rhyme the way Chuck Berry do ... (would?)

I think I like it better with the non-standard rhyme scheme

https://youtu.be/QjrQWU2EcsA
Yer welcome for the ear worm

A lovely mechanic named Hugh,
When asked with my car what to do,
Suggested I find
a scrap dealer who's blind,
So I might make a penny or two.

No dragon could trust his household
Was safe from a damsel so bold,
From a knight far too bright,
Over-itching to fight,
So he moved and removed all his gold.

Some knights don't know when to give up,
Despite damsels who beat them to pulp,
Then run off with the gold
(and the dragon, its told),
Leaving them to feel such a daft chump.

My dragon knows how to make bright
A dark cave or hide stars in the night.
When he’s good I would say,
“You’re a good boy today!”
When he’s bad, he’s just more a delight.

Well as every girl knows in her heart
she should find a good boy and be smart
but a good boy is boring
and much more alluring
is a bad boy who tears her apart.

A good boy’s the one girls marry
Who’ll forget or don’t know when they tarry
Where bad boys abound
But a bad boy don’t sound
Like the kind that a good girl could marry.