Questioning You And You And You And....Still You!

Today is the day.The day in May.Or the day in July.Either or shall actually fly.
Or maybe crash.Sticks like a bad rash.No cream to be had.Itchy and driving you mad.
Mad as a hen.Or a goose in a pen.They are nasty buggers.But still beat muggers.
What is the question?I made that suggestion.Oops. I didn't make it?Ain't that some shit.
How many purple bushes?None have tushes.Any remember that?Been a while for the cat.
Time ticked by.A few seconds, oh my.How many purple bushes?Do any need pushes?
It's now next week.An answer I seek.A question I must say.How many purple bushes today?
A month goes by.Let's give it a try.This you must know.How many purple bushes in tow?
You said three?You said it to me?When did you say that?Bah, that falls flat.
It was never said.You must have dreamed it in bed.But I do have a question for you.How many purple bushes are in view?
Did you answer yet? Come on, it's a safe bet. Did you answer yet? Come on, it's safe bet. Yeah, the cat just threw up a hairball with that. Brings to the forefront many a dingbat. Do you know anyone who asks you the same damn thing week after week? Do you know the answer they seek? Really they are just after what they want to hear as they ask the same crap in your ear. Oh, but they have so much to do. They have a bad memory too. They have so much to do. They have a bad memory too. Repeat the question and repeat the response. Maybe they got hit with a sconce? Or maybe they just like to try to annoy and it gives them joy. Either way they can go question the singing bass. They can then all go on repeat and stay far away from my little rhyming ass.
How many purple bushes? How many purple bushes?