The Ask Of It All Has No Ball!

The ball must have bounced away. It could have been chewed by a mutt at play. Beats the heck out of me. The cat has even chewed one or three. But enough about the ball. Time we get to it at our hall.

I want to know.
A blow for blow.
I need to know.
Ducks in a row.

But here I sit.
I give a shit.
I really do.
I'm staring at you.

Can't you tell?
Not a tough sell.
I'm here and sitting.
The notes I'm hitting.

Not saying a word.
It's not absurd.
But I want to know.
So let it flow.

Tell me, now.
It can wow.
Tell me, please.
Oops, that was a sneeze.

Look, another.
Some sister and brother.
That's times two.
I'm looking at you.

I know you know.
Tell me it is so.
Then tell me it all.
I need to know at my hall.

I want to know this.
I want such bliss.
I want to know that.
I gave my cat a pat.

You are so far away.
Come here and stay.
Come and tell me.
What? I didn't ask thee?

Bah, why should I?
I need to know on the fly.
You should just automatically tell.
Being lazy is so swell.

Are you one one of those? Do you only strike a pose? Are you too lazy to ask? Know a few that fall under that task. The cat won't tell you what it is, especially if he doesn't know your question biz. So you'll have to ask away. Or wait until it shows at our bay. Everything at some point or another seems to come to pass at the lair of my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.