The Waiting Song

The Waiting Song

I go where the people go
Why I do this, I don't know
I just can't pass up a rowdy line.

But where might I end up?
Who or what might be in front?
I'm not sure - I just wait in line.

Asking those standing near
Different guesses I start to hear
Oh well, I'll still stand in this line.

Now it is way past lunch.
And I haven't moved an inch
Why am I still in this damn line?




Word Count:80
Lines:12
Written for "The Writer's Cramp"  [13+], January 23-24, 2007
Prompt: Write a story or poem about waiting in a non-moving line.

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