There are many fine poets in the QCC so, as an introduction to this section, here is a poem by Civsum, describing our community.
Ode to the QCC
We used to have pen pals to whom we would write
And wait such a long time for a reply.
Now a thought or a feeling is posted on line
And there’s a reply in the blink of an eye.
We’re mostly lefties as we all read the G
Some have religions, others less so
But we all do the crossword with rarely a cross word
Except for some odd word that we may not know.
After the crozzie, the splother begins
In the forum we think of as our QCC
We share laughter and music, poetry and wit
And sometimes benign pedantry!
A brilliant artist and a fantastic knitter
Sent out their work far and wide.
Now clever doilies are on display
And colorful socks are worn with pride.
Slowly we peeped out from behind our masks,
And QCC posters began to gather
In the real world, as well as online
For eating and drinking and splother.
The folk we have met in the QCC
Through the ether as well as on land,
Have broadened horizons in so many ways,
And for that I give hearty thanks.
We’ve learned of lives in foreign parts.
Who knew I’d be talking to Russia?
Or Argentina, India or France
And even an island in Asia?
Let’s not forget the Aunties down under
Nor the home crowd with the actual G
Who can post in Guardian Mean Time,
A luxury, alas, not for me!
So to QCCers around the world,
My life is richer from knowing you.
And how could I finish this ode without-
Obeisance to our Great God Hugh?