Queuing

Did I say Holborn station's strange?
It's true, I swear - I'm not deranged
On Thursday night I saw four men
Who reached the bottom step and then
The one in front refused to move
His friends behind all tried to prove
That they could lift him, but no go
He was too heavy even though
He laughed so much his face was pink
The people passing didn't think
To stop and laugh was worth the bother
Four men stacked one behind the other
The front man braced against the stair
The ones behind could go nowhere
They didn't care about the crowd
Neither did I - I laughed out loud

Copyright K E Breadmore 2001