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Foreign Cousins
We British love to stand in queues We are known through out the world for it. It must be something in our genes We have tried all the other means. Nobody teaches us what to do We just line up when we see a queue. The trouble starts with our foreign cousins; they look on us amused, Then they walk to the front, ingnoring us and bypass all the queues. Excuse me Sir or Madam, we say but you should be at the back, ‘What on earth for when I can walk in, you know what you can do with that!’ Fury starts to raise and feet begin to tap, I am sorry Sir/Madam, but you must join at the back. The door opens and we see just what we are queuing for, It is the ladies services but then she grabs the door. Our foreign cousin jumps in, what a nice neat trick And locks the door behind her, it was ever so quick. There is a murmur from the queue, I’d tell her off if I was you. Don’t you worry I’ll do that when she comes back on out I’ll stop the lady on exit, but then I here the shout. You’ve missed another spot you dolt, just let the woman go. Oh not again why was I so slow. So to all our foreign cousins when, in England you arrive, Please don’t forget to queue up here, if you want your holiday to survive.
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