Quest or Quandary
By Maria Dunn
What query do you bring
In your quest to know a thing?
Is your satisfaction quenched,
That you’ll find your answer hence?
Please tell me if you will,
What you write there with your quill?
Let’s not quibble over dribble,
Or quetch about the quibble.
Instead have a quiet nibble
Of this quail prepared with skill.
Will you not pose your question
While you quell hunger and you quaff?
Your quirky, quizzical lip
Makes me quite quixotic quip
As I wait to hear of quagmire, quicksand, or scoff.
Shall I present our quodlibet
And quack about it yet,
When I do not even know what the quiddity is you quote?
But look now, you look queasy and quite a bit uneasy.
Are you questrist or just qualmish?
Listen to my quackish quiddle
When I must squeeze you round your middle
To release the choking tiddle
Of which I quasi qualify, lest you die. Oh my.
Now you may rest from your quest.
No quandary now. I must quiesce.
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