A Quokka And Quail Quiz Night Poem by Stephen Katona

"Quokkas and Quails I shall invite, "
Said a Queen organising a Quiz night,
"Under the Quandong trees,
There's a lovely breeze,
For games of Quoits, where you throw,
Hoops onto sticks, in case you don't know.
We'll have Questions about Quarks,
And other Quantum remarks."

The button Quails,
Ate brown snails,
And Quandong drups,
From green leaf cups,
To Quell their hunger,
And make them feel younger,
Using Quandong moths,
As little table cloths.

In a world of fantasia,
They ate Quinces from Asia,
Quivered at tales of the tiger Quoll,
Who lived in a hole,
And attacked the nests,
Of Quetzal bird guests,
In Quassia trees,
Whenever they please.

Then they all sang a song,
Under the Blue Quandong,
Of a world without Quarrels,
And impeccable morals.