There once lived a boy by the last name of Why
who never asked questions or thought.
Without man’s permission to guide his ambition,
he only retorted with ‘ought’.
When sitting in class, he would look to the board
to see what the teacher would draw.
But in holding his pencil, Why happened to stencil
a world that was nothing he saw.
When the boy with the last name of Why hit his teens
he absorbed all he saw like a sponge.
From the tele, to talking, to music and walking
a brain with no sense took the plunge.
By the time Why was ready for college,
he didn’t quite know how to cope
when a girl who asked questions
and offered suggestions
so lassoed his heart with her rope.
Why was smitten by Reason and Logic
but dumped them to date who he ‘ought’.
And so he wed Yes
through unspoken distress
as that’s what he’d always been taught.
When Why had his fifth kid and counting
he taught them to never speak out.
As each would accept
that their brains were inept,
no son would have reason to shout.
When beatings broke out in the village
Why bolted the beams on his door
and told his dear wife,
that the reason for strife
was solely to blame on the poor.
Despite the fine glasses and linen
Why still could not see with his eyes
which is why the return of dear Reason
shocked most into seeing the lies.
One Why broke the mold and asked questions,
another grew up and sought change-
A brother wed Facts and not Fiction
which Why had declared was deranged.
Near the end, Why did call up old Answer
the friend from his youth who’d lost touch
and opened his heart to his wisdom
he never had valued as much.
When Answer coughed through the receiver,
he told Why where he had gone wrong
in trading his steps for a stepper
and assuming the shell of a song.
Why finally did make the connection,
that altered the years he had spurned.
Too troubled to question the questions,
through Answer and Reason, he learned.