The ATM queue

 

You are in dire need of cash,

And rush off to the automated teller machine in a dash,

Hoping to make withdrawal in a flash from the funds stashed,

At the sight of the ATM queue you hope becomes crashed,

 

You join the line and wait patiently for your turn,

Not minding that the queue is the length of dusk to dawn,

The sun hits hard but you relax with a comb of roasted corn,

Consoled with the thought of cash at hand and you’re gone,

 

Forty five minutes gone and you’re finally next in line,

A smile spreads across your face, knowing all will be fine,

All you can now think of is a bottle of wine,

To propose to your love with whom you plan to dine,

 

Card inside slot and password entered correctly,

As you punch the keypad like the clerk of a cooperative,

The machine spins and rolls effectively,

“Switch or issuer inoperative”

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