Have We Forgotten The Quief?

I remember it like it was yesterday. Sitting on the bench in high school, laughing about quiefs. I was young then, probably 16, and had never actually seen, or I guess heard, a quief in action. I had just been informed about them from upper classmen. Pretty soon every kid in our school knew what a quief was. Everyone joined in on the usage of the term and the hilarity that never failed to ensue.

I don't know what brought it to my attention, but I haven't even heard anyone say the word quief in at least 4 years. What happened? I've since heard a quief in person on more than a few occasions, usually during or right after sex. But now that I am an experienced quief discusser, I have no one to discuss them with

So I've written a poem as a means to release (get it, release?) the pain I feel with every day that goes by in which no one mentions quiefs. It is called...

"A Subtle Breeze"

Quiefs, quiefs, everywhere
Quiefs, quiefs, you're nothing but air
Sometimes you smell and sometimes you don't
I will laugh at you when all others won't
Queifs, quiefs, the sisters of farts
Queifs, quiefs, oh why did we part?

Thank you, you're too kind. Now, don't just sit there and sob! Get out there and spread (get it, spread?) the word of........well, the word quief. We're back baby! Leave a comment for me and you will be automatically signed up for the Quief Street Team which guarantees you are cool and let's you help promote the quief in your hometown! DIY at it's finest.

If Duran Duran can make a comeback, why can't the quief? They're both funny sounding.