Q’s BIG ADVENTURE

 

 

 

The letter Q fell off,

Fell clear off my screen

Right while I was typing

A poem for the queen.

 

It rolled down the keyboard

And onto the floor.

Before I could catch it,

It got through the door.

 

Just like that poor meatball,

So quick out of sight.

Without letter Q, I

Was in quite a plight.

 

I put on my jacket

And ran to the street.

Q can’t have gone far,

He doesn’t have feet!

 

That’s when he saw me

And raced down the block!

He rolled through the gutter

But stopped on a rock.

 

And right there I had him,

Q could’ve been mine.

I reached out to grab him,

All would’ve been fine.

 

But then on a scooter,

A boy rode on past.

The Q jumped aboard

And got away fast.

 

I called for a taxi,

Said “Follow that Q!”

The kid kept on going.

What was I to do?

 

They wove through the traffic,

My cab was too slow.

They rounded a corner

And then, I don’t know.

 

The taxi drove uptown,

We searched all around.

I checked every alley,

Q couldn’t be found.

 

I went to a jazz club

Called “Alphabet Spot”

An H tended bar there

But didn’t know squat.

 

The room was all smoky,

A bluesy band played.

And out on the dance floor

Some cool letters swayed.

 

I went in the back room,

I needed a lead.

Those letters played poker

And even smoked weed!

 

I asked if they’d seen Q,

I needed an answer.

They said talk to ~

The erotic dancer.

 

I soon found the ~

Who’s really a whore.

She said she had seen Q

Two hours before.

 

Then W came out

And she told me straight,

That Q had been captured

By sly number 8.

 

I got in the subway

And headed southwest

To &’s hide-out,

The bad letter’s nest.

It was guarded by numbers

4, 8, 2, and 3

I’d have to get past them

To set my Q free.

 

I snuck in a window

And ran down a hall.

That’s where I saw Q stuck

Tied up to a wall.

 

A ? beat him

Cause Q owed some debts.

I then learned that Q had

Welched on his bets.

 

The & came up

With his skirt little r

Among all the letters

He’s called the crime czar.

 

I said I’d pay Q’s bill

But he made me beg.

I never thought it’d cost

An arm and a leg.

 

I wrote them a fat check

And gave all my cash.

Then they freed Q and

Said “Take out that trash!”

 

The Q was all shook up

And he had some scars

Then & shouted

“Stay out of my bars!”

 

Q rode with me back home,

Sufficiently scared.

He’s back on my laptop

And glad he was spared.

 

The lesson he learned is

To stick with his job

And don’t mess around with

The Alphabet Mob.