Bogglers
There are questions I’ve always pondered
The answers seem hard to find.
I guess cause they’re not that important
But still they boggle my mind!
Why is the Alphabet in that order?
Is it because of that song?
Why don’t sheep shrink when it rains?
Or is the wool-shrinking theory all wrong?
Why do they lock Gas Station restrooms?
It’s a puzzling question to ask.
Are they afraid someone might clean them?
That would be a difficult task!
Do Australians call us “up over*?”
Where do Forest Rangers go to get away from it all?
Why do we call it “Rush Hour?”
When traffic is slowed to a crawl?
I’ve provided just a few samples
And I hope that they will suffice.
I don’t think I’ll get any answers
But, by God , it sure would be nice!
*-We refer to them as “down under”
Copyright © Ralph Taylor | Year Posted 2010
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