The Dog

This is my little sister Kirsty's poem.

You're brown and black,
You chase a cat,
Big brown eyes,
You ate all my pies.

You run round wild,
You act like a child,
Some water you sip,
After you're chew stick.

You're vicious and mean,
And so very keen,
You get what you want,
Argue we can't.

You lay in your bed,
You rest your head,
And sleep all you like,
As you snore with delight.