The Queue For Valhalla Poem by Paul Reed

The Queue For Valhalla



We stood in the queue, as in life
Waiting patiently for our turn
The sun shone down on our backs
Trying it's best to burn;

As protection against future onslaught
Our figures were wreathed and caped
‘Blackpool Pleasure Beach' was announced
On our plastic ponchos proudly draped;

But as the minutes passed, you grew silent
Something was clearly amiss
You were afraid, no longer excited,
Not quite ready for this;

The numbers in front dwindled
The forthcoming test grew nearer
Suddenly we no longer craved the thrill
Normality suddenly seemed much dearer;

So, with as much dignity as could be wrought,
Not noticed by many, I hope
We discreetly left the others to ‘Valhalla'
And ducked out under the rope

Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fear
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