What is a line but a queue? I’d rather stand than sit in a pew Listening to someone drone on ‘Bout people and times so far gone That even what’s true has been bent To serve ends that never were meant. So on line I’ll continue to stand My foolscap and pen clutched in hand. With baited breath I shall just wait For my muse to strike. Though my fate Is likely to be thinking of trite Overused phrases that might Cause many to s...