A Little Story: the Quiz
Quick is the question.
Quiet is the quest.
Oh, yes. The quiz.
I shall do my mournful best.
A questioning look?
Not quite.
It was worse than any wonder
I had KNOWN or GUESS.
His mind wandered until it
Soaked up all questions he
Thought we're on the quiz.
Mean while,
The money man's motives
We're clear. He must have
Mentioned before.
With more money there are
No matters of mundane or
Mediocre materials.
And all shall have a good and
Gainful respite,
Rising to relief in the GLORIOUS
MISTY, MONDAY, MORNING.
FOR the big quiz.
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