The Queue

Hello Poetry Lovers

Today’s subject is about one of those frustrating things in life, especially this time of year, The Queue. Or rather how many times we misjudge these things in life.

Clever poet Trisha Broomfield has captured the injustice of this beautifully. Written in clever couplets, this piece will ring painfully true with all of us. Do read on …

Queue Two

I’ve bought more than I’d planned, my basket weighty
I look around and choose the shortest queue

everyone else has piled their trollies high
all stuffed with Christmas fayre anew

chocolates, mince pies and wine by the case
I glance at my haul, spuds, parsnips, leeks, just two

the man in front of me returns a light bulb
bayonet, he wants to swap it for a screw

trollies pass GO, pack their wares, wheel out
I now feel the need to go to the loo

isn’t it always the way, I’ve been here ages
my shopping behaviour I will have to review

in future I will definitely think twice
about choosing the shortest queue.

Trisha Broomfield 2024

So, PL’s, how many recognised ourselves in this piece?! Nearly everyone, I bet. Thank you so much, Trisha, for summing up this inner fury. I hope you got served in the end.