Why not let’s form an orderly queue,
To just give us all something to do?!
All those at the back,
Will have to guess what knick-knack
They are buying – bread or tiramisu!
* I have always loved this rather elegant but impossibly-spelled word!
The Queue*
03 Monday Feb 2014
Posted in poetry
Caro Field Author 
Queuing is part of being British, right? I once was alone in a coffee shop, and the British guy who just entered asked where the queue was…
Queuing is part of life!
Here is a limerick for you
about standing around in a queue
that will make you say
at the end of the day,
I don’t know what I’d do.
(I have to use that word and it hung me up for a long time. I kept getting a red squiggly line under it.)
Well done, Anne!
I thought this was a queue for an Anita-Clare book signing…
But of course!
We call them lines here in the states… much easier to spell, but likely would sound as good in a work of poetry!
Who cares?
I always loved how orderly Brits formed queues. So mud better than the push and shove throngs here 🙂
I know! Sheep?