A Quick Game of "Word and Question"

The Rules of the game:

1) Take a random word from a book, dictionary, newspaper, cereal packet or whatever.
2) Pick out a question from any number of sources. I've found one or two from internet ads, Facebook etc.
3) Write a piece of verse or prose which attempts to answer the question, while making sure to include the word.

Here are three of my latest offerings:

Word: Plaster
Question: Are you writing a book?

If I was to sit down and write a book
(And I am a true book-lover),
I'd fill it with words to inspire great hope,
And plaster my name on the cover!

Word: Cheaper
Question: Why is finding a job such a struggle?

The ideal job is hard to find.
The best get snapped up quickly.
I have to advertise myself
And lay the charm on thickly.
I need to let my new boss know
I'm really quite a keeper.
I'll do the job of ten good men
But do it ten times cheaper!

Word: Voices
Question: Is this poetry?

Most people think that poetry
Is just words set to rhythm and rhyme.
I don't think that it's ever that simple
To achieve such a feat so sublime.
To me, poetry's an expression
Of the voices inside of your head.
I don't have great wit, but my writing
Keeps me sane. Without it, I'm dead!

A Christmas Morality Tale

I remember, so clearly, one Christmas Eve night
When my brother was being precocious.
He decided he wanted to stay up and play.
His behaviour was simply atrocious.
Dad tried to remind him that Santa was coming,
And he didn't reward naughty boys.
If he wasn't asleep when St Nick arrived,
Someone else would get all his toys.
My brother just shrugged and then carried on playing,
Saying "Santa's not real anyway!"
My father went quiet, and left him alone,
But, when we awoke Christmas Day,
I found lots of presents surrounding my bed.
My brother had not done so well!
One great big box! That was all that he had!
He was crestfallen - that I could tell!
But he gamely set to, tearing through several layers
Till he finally won through to the prize.
An onion!!! No other has ever brought forth
Such pitiful tears to ones eyes!!!

The moral's as plain as the nose on your face!
Remember to do as you're told!
'Cos Santa Claus knows if you're bad or you're good!
That's why I plan to be good as gold!!!