Jimmy would stand in queues

he had nothing better to do

it helped him pass the time

busier than any church pew

 

he might pick the odd pocket

at girls rubbing and grinning

on Saturday go to confession

confess to a vicar his sinning

 

mam told him to wrap up warm

made sandwiches for his belly

strange folk he met in queues

impatient grown up and smelly

 

heard curious conversations

how an old biddy got groped

said she'd know her assailant

straight for Jimmy she loped

 

"thats the swine!" she croaked

then lashed out and Jimmy fell

his mother brings flasks of tea

its cold in the local police cell