Whichth???

Whichth? Whichth? Whichth?
Really, the question has no wrong intention,
But the few times it gets a response,
It takes a lot of hesitation.

Now what's so wrong about it,
One may rightly query,
I would say 'Absolutely nothing',
A million others would disagree.

From bald Ones to the fairer ones,
From the good luck chucks to the deep-voiced schmucks,
From aging friends to burgeoning kids,
From the ever-confused to the never-bemused,
Everyone frowns at the question 'Whichth?'

It's a powerful word, I would say
For many meanings, it could convey
Take someone's birthday, for instance
This single word replaces 'How old are you today?'

To count, we were taught,
Since the time we were four,
By whichth, I ask you to do the same,
And tell me your score!

So the next time someone asks you
'Whichth?', don't look into the detail,
Just count your numbers,
And let your common sense prevail.

One final question, you might ask,
What exactly is all this nonsense?'
The poet smirks and says,
'Ever heard of poetic license?!'