Sunday Scribblings

On Sunday Scribblings the word we are asked to think about is 'quitting'. I have made a detour from what is asked, in the fact that I haven't given my personal 'take' on this , but have composed a few lines of 'nonsense', really. Hope this doesn't offend anyone.

'I was in a kind of quandary,
My hands began to quiver,
My stomach felt so queasy.

I'd need to quantify,
The relation of the quality,
So there would be no query,
And none should think to quibble.

But there again for peace and quiet,
I may resort to quitting!'


Granny Smith said…
Quite quixotic!

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