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.
(Roger McGough)
More Poetry from Roger McGough:
- Soil (Roger McGough Poems)
- First Day at School (Roger McGough Poems)
- Goodbat Nightman (Roger McGough Poems)
- Kinetic poem no.2 (Roger McGough Poems)
- Let Me Die a Youngman's Death (Roger McGough Poems)
- Mrs Moon (Roger McGough Poems)