Today's Letter is Q in the Blogging A to Z Challenge. I'm writing
poems with some obscure words starting with the letter of the day, and
then doing a small watercolor to go with it.
Quiety in the Queach
In a queach there lived a squirrel
Who loved his stand of trees
Until a chipmunk bold and loud
Arrived like quiff from sea
This chipmunk (let’s just call him Chip)
Was quidditative, full of quatsch
And all the Squirrel (let’s call him Squire)
Could do was sit and watch
He heard this querimonious Chip,
Quicksticks, shatter quiety;
Rustling leaves, racing ‘round stumps
This crazy quoz quelched propriety.
Poor Squire quinched and covered his ears
At all Chip’s quippery
Then quick as a quack Squire hatched a plan
To resume blessed quiety
Squire gathered acorns, seeds and such
And placed them in Chip’s nest
Now Chip’s quantifying quietly,
Shhh...this quiety is the best.
By Donna JT Smith ©2026
Who loved his stand of trees
Until a chipmunk bold and loud
Arrived like quiff from sea
This chipmunk (let’s just call him Chip)
Was quidditative, full of quatsch
And all the Squirrel (let’s call him Squire)
Could do was sit and watch
He heard this querimonious Chip,
Quicksticks, shatter quiety;
Rustling leaves, racing ‘round stumps
This crazy quoz quelched propriety.
Poor Squire quinched and covered his ears
At all Chip’s quippery
Then quick as a quack Squire hatched a plan
To resume blessed quiety
Squire gathered acorns, seeds and such
And placed them in Chip’s nest
Now Chip’s quantifying quietly,
Shhh...this quiety is the best.
By Donna JT Smith ©2026
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