Excellence Award in the 'The Write Track 2015' competition

My sister has a friend, Bailey is his name
Whenever he’s around, we’ll always play a game
He likes to jump upon our couch, that’s when mum yells "NO!"
We have to head downstairs, outside, that’s the place we go
I love his curly hair and the way it falls on to his face
His eyes are like chocolate pools, it makes my heart quick pace
I wish he was mine, for all my friends to see
Bailey is a puppy; he means the world to me