Q

I join the queue
We move up nicely.

I ask the lady in front
What are we queuing for.
'To join another queue,'
She explains.

'How pointless,' I say,
'I'm leaving.' She points
To another long queue.
'Then you must get in line.'

I join the queue.
We move up nicely.

by Roger McGough

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What a beautiful poem! ! !
To be in joyful queue is a pleasure.
And life is a Queue....Well thought.
your poem is undoubtedly beautiful
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