By Roisin, age 9 – Co. Wexford
My dog’s ears blowing in the wind,
Many a time he had sinned,
Stealing my lunch,
When I could have had it for brunch,
Ripping my books,
Ignoring my dirty looks,
Looking so cute,
Like a real brute,
This doggie did change,
My life rearrange,
Licking my toes,
Washing away my woes,
Jumping onto the bed,
By a sniff of meat led,
That’s the story of love,
For my little dog.
