Poem: Nothing Whatever To Say

My question was a novel
and the man said "no"...
My question was an epic
and the man said "yes"...
My questions went on and on...
getting shorter and shorter
as time went by...
and the "no's" and the "yes's"
were wefted with the occasional "maybe"...
Being eager of mouth
and quick of tongue myself...
I marvelled at the man's self control
and envied him his dignity...
it never struck me until now...
That maybe...the man...
just had nothing whatever to say.....!