Impatience In a Queue

Who would relaxed smiles flash, In a longish queue, And not later think it a bit rash? I tell you “a Discouraging Few”, And am willing to stake good cash! It had been an intolerance far from new, Not just by The Brash, By whom, at home, had left a waiting stew, By the nobility, for example, Prince Nash, But also by the scared that some guy in the queue, Had meddled with some filthy trash, And just caught flu! Still, it’s a gross dislike for the exact moments, Things are due, Ahead of them vomiting the comments Of persons whose forefathers had raised a hue, Over claimed injustices that lacked a clue, But into a wild rage still flew.