I wanted U
I hoped for U
I waited for U
Time after time
I looked for U
But U passed me by
U went to others
I thought U would never come to me
Then when I had given up all hope
That I would ever be able to hold U
U appeared
U came to me
Finding U fulfilled a need
Because without U
I might well have finished
Forlorn, distressed and clutching
That little tile
Imprinted with
The letter Q
collecting tokens 
Oh, I’m so bad at Scr@bble.
Glad you found U. (New Age text-messaging-based search for enlightenment?)
I think it was Anigrams.
Actually, while Anagrams is my first love, in this case it was Scrabble. John is from a Scrabble family, and we played a game with his mother Saturday night.
You out-geek me. I disheart that.
Jangari-
Hey, is this a competition? Do I get points for geekiness?
Yes. Thousands of them.
It’s alright, I was accused of being a massive geek not long ago.
(Wrongly accused, that is)
Jangari-
“Wrongly” accused, you say? And yet you disheart being out-geeked. I sense some inner conflict. (And by the way, was it a linguist who called you a geek? Just curious. ‘Cause I’m not sure I know any linguists who are not geeks.)
I think it was a prescriptivist English teacher blogger with whom I frequently discuss so-called ‘grammar rules’. I try in vain to convince her of the linguist’s doctrine of usage is everything, but she’s afraid the world will descend into linguistic chaos.