Q

You've been waiting to see if I could manage this. Well, sort of.


Quincy raised quail for their quills, and sewed quatrefoil quilts. He grew up Quaker, but quit quite quietly. He lived in a quonset house, painted in quotations, encrusted in quartzite.

Always quarrelsome, and quixotic, he quipped he was a quadruple quadroon, unknowingly descended from a Quechua queen. He died, quashed, when a quack put him in quarantine for quinsy, then interred him in quicklime.

Quadruplicate me,
quantify my quandary,
then will I be quenched.