Poetry

Wondering

There are so many things
I want to know
Like who he is
And where he goes
And how he keeps him safe all night
And what he sees
With his great sight
From his balcony way up high
What he needs and what he likes
And why his hair
Looks great with spikes
And how he always, always gives
Just what I want
And how he lives
So very long and then
He just keeps living more and more
It's odd — he seems so strange
With strange decor
And little monkeys
Strewn about
And little cloaks
Without a doubt
In his wardrobe, so I've heard
They say his dentures
Are very sharp
And great adventures
The perilous kind
Are had inside
That very house
Where he resides

All that to say
Listen, hark!
I really want
To question Mark


Prompt: Question Mark
Taboo Words: Don't ask any questions in your poem.