.5. Stuck In A Queue Poem by David Threadgold

.5. Stuck In A Queue



Thank-you for calling
You’re stuck in a queue
If you need assistance
Please press button two

We’re sorry to keep you
But your number eight
Oh and did we not say
Your call’s premium rate

All of our advisors
Are busy you see
Some have gone home
While the others make tea

In a short while
When the music has ended
You’re still holding on
For more time than intended

Eureka I call
Someone’s woke from their slumber
And all they advise
Is another long number


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

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