Ten are waiting in the rain
One decides to go by train
Nine are waiting, drenched and late
Taxi stops, now there're eight
Still they stay. "Where is Eleven?"
One walks off and now there're seven
Grumpy, tense, they start to curse
One jumps on a passing hearse
Now the six, united, wail
Then, impatient, one turns tail
Five infuriated folk
cough and sneeze and wheeze and croak
"I can't stand this any more!"
someone cries, and now there're four
Sports car stops with shiny bonnet
"Right, here goes!" and one jumps on it
Three are left, bereft and glum
Praying that the bus will come
One, despairing, thumbs a ride
Only two remain inside
"Coffee?" "What a good idea!"
He and she then disappear
'Drive on, Charlie. No queue! Strange.
Well, I guess it makes a change!'
