A little something I thought up when in a very long post office queue.
Lets just stand here
Doesn’t it feel queer
I hate being in a queue
How about you?
Did that one just shrink?
What do you think?
When you’re in the wrong queue
It’s what they do
I’m at the start
Oh bugger and fart
They’ve closed this queue
Now what do I do?
Join in at the end
Make me a new friend
It’s something to do
When you’re in the queue
At last it’s me
One more then I’m free
It’s a boring do
Waiting in a queue
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