My dog’s ears blowing in the wind

​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.