Quoits
by Mary Effie Lee Newsome
In wintertime I have such fun
When I play quoits with father.
I beat him almost every game.
He never seems to bother.
He looks at mother and just smiles.
All this seems strange to me,
For when he plays with grown-up folks, He beats them easily.
Quibble
by Eve Merriam
U can be seen without a Q. But Q must always go with U.
I think it’s queer And not quite right.
So here is a Q all on its own. Come on, Q. Stand up alone. U keep out.
Alas, poor Q feels qivery, qavery, Qietly sick . ..
Hurry back, U, To the rescue—quick!
