So it turns out writing a poem with primarily just Q words is really difficult. I gave up trying to have it mean anything pretty quickly! It ended up just being fun and quirky.


The quirky quail quacks quickly,

Quintessentially quavering before the quartermaster.

Quit! Quoth the quartercentenarian,

Quiet quails! You’ll queer out the Queen!

Queue up! Quips the Queen,

Quarrels quarantine questions.


This is really hard,

I’m not even a bard;

Bards could do it better,

I should’ve picked a different letter.