Que You E You E

Just a general moan about queues. Categorised as humour, subjective and debatable.

Queues are quintessentially British

And in them we spend days

Shuffling caffuffling

In Impatient malaise

I'm indifferent about the time I spend

In formal waiting line

In company, or for minutes

And I'm absolutely fine

In queues that move

Or for things I need

I never mind the wait

But certain circumstances I just cannot tolerate

Pushers in and space invaders

really wind me up

Poorly thought through filter systems

Or tills badly set up

Queues from lack of resource

Or caused by lack of skills

Or created by the elderly

Who haven't took their pills

In fact I never realised

When this poem begun

But the only queue I like to be in

Is a queue of one

Reviews

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Wow I loved this one esprecially the 5th stanza. This is true in some ways. Love the flow and the rhyme shcme. Awesome writing.