Questions
My brother asks too many questions.
He asks them all day long.
“When do fishies go to sleep?”
“Why do clocks go bong?”
I don’t like my brother’s questions.
Well, I mean, would you?
So I really lost it when he asked,
“Can you eat glue?”
“Glue is just not edible!”
I screamed into his ear.
He stared at me with horror,
Then backed away in fear.
But now I’m feeling sorry,
‘Cause I’m wondering some things:
Like, why do roads have yellow lines,
And why do beds have springs?
-MWE
