Wise guy / Burro

The wisest man my eyes have gathered;
Rarely spoke and never blathered.
Questions of Who? or What? fancied him none.
These he dismissed with the click of his tongue.
Ask him Where? or When? and you’d fare the same.
For these inquiries he regarded as lame.
It was questions of Why? where he'd excel.
So many would gather to where he'd dwell.
He’d spend his days sipping his flask;
Repeating the same four words to all who’d ask.
Why’d you dye your hair white and paint your teeth black?
“Because you never know” was his snappy comeback.
Why not put down that gun? At least give it a try?
“Because you never know” was his modest reply.
Why’d you use those pillows to make that fort?
“Because you never know” was his brief retort.
Isn’t one turkey baster enough? Why own two?
“Because you never know” was his slanted view.
Why’d you stab that sexy salsa dancer?
“Because you never know” was his thoughtful answer.
Why do you regard Peggy with such nonchalance?
“Because you never know” was his clever response.
Why chain yourself to a bicycle rack?
“Because you never know” was his expert feedback.
Why waste your time building a time wasting device?
“Because you never know” was his only advice.
Why save all your urine in antique urns?
“Because you never know” was his chosen return.
He’s still spitting pearls of wisdom to this very day.
Ask him ‘Why?’ and you know what he’ll say.