359 – Queuing Up For Christmas

Poem number 359
Queuing Up For Christmas
Queuing up for Christmas
Cars are gridlocked, sitting still
Along the street and round the bend
And even up the hill
It’s half past two already
So soon it will be dark
Odds on that when they get to town
There’ll be nowhere to park
But what the heck, it’s Christmas
What’s a wasted hour or three
If it means the little kiddies
Find some gifts beneath the tree.


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