The wild mongolian men of blood & honor

Could not paint a smile like yours

A shepherd from the northern Greece

Might watch his herd and eat his cheese

He could never build for you a castle

He would always be in a hurry

There should be a law against such

Ideas

After all; who would ride across the plains 

Of North China carrying a sheep tummy

Sewn together for a water container?

Who could sail across the mediterranean

Ocean for his sweetest gal to be a catching?

Might there be some clue as to the reason 

For this here poem?

The correct reply to all of the above, and to quite

A good deal of other issues, is- of course - 

‘How could you possibly expect me to answer such a half witted 

Parody of a question? Now I’ll have to get some java…’