The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 84 Poem by Flying Lemming

Why are we here
Asked old Ted
Scratching his head
Studying his beer

I don’t know
Answered rod
Gave the dog a prod
With his toe

The dog slept on
In a time lag
With a gentle wag
Dreaming along

It dreamt of bones
And chasing cats
Chewing postman’s hats
And more happy tones

No aim to his life
Living all at ease
Doing as he please
Enjoyment was rife

It may seem extreme
I’d give all I could give
Just to be able to live
In that dogs dream