Today’s prompt was fairly simple: write a poem where each line is a declarative sentence, except for the last one, which must be a question. I decided to compose a humorous poem about a very old question (and make a mandatory Doctor Who reference). Enjoy!

The Question
By Nathan Marchand

From the dawn of time, it has been a mystery.
A question left unanswered throughout history.
No, you silly nerd, it isn’t “Doctor who?”,
It has caused far more hullabaloo.
Philosophers have pondered, but found no answer,
But they probably only did it to avoid brain cancer.
Even Jack Hanna, animal adventurer, is totally clueless.
(But perhaps that is his hubris).
So it will remain a question never understood—
How much wood could a woodchuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

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