This poem is based on the famous poem,
Leisure, by William Henry Davies
What is this life, if full of care?
Go fetch my lead, don’t comb your hair.
Don’t give in to untimely sloth,
I know what fun awaits us both.
Let’s try the park; we know it’s free,
Full of places for me to pee.
Squirrels anxious to play chase,
Friends who’ll let me lick their face.
Secret corners where I can poo,
Long lost balls for me to chew.
Picnic scraps and chicken bones,
Stale crusts and broken scones.
These treats and many, many more
Are just beyond the bloody door.
So find your shoes, tie those laces,
I’ll take you now to wondrous places
Full of fun, grass and the freshest air
And while I play, you’ll stand and stare.