Q without U.

"Without U"

By Frederick Key

Q and U were sundered in two!

No more stuck like glue, were Q and his U.

“I’ve had it! I’m through!”

Barked the furious Q.

“Get thee to hell or whatever you do!"

"Stick your head in a loo!”

Thus angry, quoth U.

“She could never be true,”

To his friends said the Q,

“And that's a taboo!

Which is why I said ‘shoo.’

All the peeps in her crew

Even old W

Would all fool around with that two-timing U!”

“Q hasn’t a clue,”

Complained the sore U.

“A stuffed shirt, it’s true,

And imperious, too!

Oh, so many the times did I wait on that Q!”

And lonely old Q

Soon had nothing to do.

To Iraq he flew

Where alone could a Q

Make words not a few

Not just signs like “Qwik Throo”

and “Ralph’s BBQ.”

But alas, he was blue,

Bid the Mideast adieu.

“I’m lost without U!”

Cried the miserable Q.

But U was sad too

Felt she’d made a miscue.

Missed the brilliance of Q

And his stylish hairdo.

They met for fondue

And took in a revue

And the next thing you knew

Q was once more with U.

After all this ado

There’s a lesson or two.

To thine own self be true,

And your sweet baboo, too.