( A friend asked me to write this for her local Bingo )
Mary was sitting by the door
waiting for all the fours,forty four
but the bingo caller called out all the three`s
she thinks to herself "why cant it be me"
across the table sits her big sister Mable
sipping a glass of sherry and feeling very able
before you know it she has a full house
"house, house,bingo i think iv`e won"
not again Mary thinks to herself
the evening session has only just begun
"the lady in the wed dwess sitting by the door"
"wead me your winning numbers"
"was it thwee and twenty four"
"dwinking a glass of wine on it`s own number nine"
"at wonnie`s bingo be sure to shout as loud as Mable`s table"
"i hope you`re having a good time"
Audrey has to leave just before nine
to catch the number five bus it`s always on time
she grabs her bag and puts on her coat
with a ciggy in her mouth she chokes on the smoke
downs the last of her sherry
Audrey is always rather merry
"see you all on Tuesday and don't be late"
"be sure to save me a chair Mable"
"i`ll get here for eight"..
What did you think
Comments
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Nicely penned
I like the story you have told in this poem. I used to go to Bingo and know what it's like sitting there waiting for that last number
Very enjoyable read



