Poem; Flossie became a Pommie!

Oh how I miss my Flossie,
She was such an endearing might,
With an apatite for fresh chicken
And liver, every night.
None of those tins of dog food
Would she even consider, no,
For her it was the best we could
Give her! She did not like the
Postie, even though she was bribed,
Nipped her on the ankle,
So had to be locked up inside.
She was born in Aussie land,
But came to UK, travelling all
The way on an aeroplane.
She was a clever dog,
Counting up to ten, and
When asked, would roll over,
Again and again.
Flossie lived a full 25 years,
And in that time showed in no
Uncertain way, she was the boss,
Oh how I weep for her loss.
But now she's up in Heaven
Where all good doggie's go,
Where she has joined her master,
And I know, they will be
Walking on clouds together,
Close as ever.
Augustine Nash.