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
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…’