Questions

Questions.
There are so many questions in this world.

Questions are here and there,
Questions are everywhere.

Questions are all around,
They are put in big, ol’ mounds.

Some are small and some are big,
Some even look like fat, pink pigs.

They like to go around the entire place,
Going at their most favorite pace.

Some are long and some are short,
There is even some of the squiggly sort.

They go to other people and talk to them,
And they come back with an answer from her or him.

They sometimes play tricks on peoples minds,
Talking to people in even the holiest of times.

The questions are sometimes round and square,
They may even be in the shape of a grizzly bear.

When it is the end of the day,
They have to go to bed and stay.

They sometimes cry and squeal,
As if being hurt by an electric eel.

When a day comes anew,
They come out and there is more than a few.

I have new questions everyday,
I like to let them out to play.

But they must go to sleep,
Because they are mine to keep.