Queue Pew

Jumbo hated getting stuck in line behind Follie. That elephant really had to do something about what he was eating because he had perpetual gas. These were not little poots either, they were toxic clouds, and Jumbo wondered why the leaves didn’t fall off the trees as Follie passed. All he could do was raise his trunk out of the cloud and hope for the best.

When someone in line lets out a pew

There is little that any of us can do

We can grin and bear it

Or make a fuss

But to do the latter makes all about us

So for the time being cross you fingers

Or tusks

And hope that the queue moves quickly

Or just change lines if you must

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Padre