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There Was An Old Lady Who Stood In A Queue
There was an old lady who stood in a queue
Where the queue led to I hadn’t a clue
So I don’t know why she was stood in the queue
And if I don’t know, then neither do you
The queue started moving one step now and then
Once in a while it would move ahead ten
I still don’t know why she was stood in the queue
And if I don’t know, then neither do you
It turns out that this was a charity queue
Intended to help the impoverished few
But why would an old lady stand in this queue
I truly don't know, so neither do you
I’m not an intrusive, inquisitive guy
She’s licking her lips and I want to know why
The old lady’s now near the front of the queue
If I don’t know why, then neither do you
I needed to know what the lady’s about
She might be confused and I had to find out
I joined her as she crept along with the queue
The old lady spoke, and I suddenly knew…
“I’m not so old; eighty years and a few,
and Sonny, I feel a lot younger than you.
I’m told there are men at the head of this queue,
It’s a dollar a kiss, and I’m having two.”
Copyright ©
Terry Flood
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