Pikey Bingo

By Hal 9000

Mon, 30 Nov 2009

5 comments

Enter the den
Fill out my slip
Keep my fingers crossed
Vice like grip

My number is called
Queue for my prize
Nearly time to collect
Would prefer to hide

Army of tracksuits
Oceans of gold
No discrimination
Young and old

Stench of poverty
Look of despair
Screaming kids
Too much to bear

Fat women in front
Great big thighs
Skin tight ski pants
Who ate all the pies?

My turn now
Moment of glory
Hand over the ticket
Stamp it so surely

Thank god I can go
Head for the door
Past the Argos catalogues
Piled high for the poor

Permalink Submitted by shoe on Mon, 2009-11-30 10:47

I used to work in a bingo emporium, you capture it so well! very funny indeed, :-)

Permalink Submitted by Lady-Bathsheba on Mon, 2009-11-30 11:04

Made me chuckle Mr Self :)

Permalink Submitted by Hal 9000 on Mon, 2009-11-30 11:52

Thanks for the feedback :)

Permalink Submitted by richielee70 on Mon, 2009-11-30 13:25

who ate all the pies ? hahahaha vey very funny and flows well, good job Mr Self

roger higginbottom

Permalink Submitted by Hal 9000 on Mon, 2009-11-30 13:31

Thanks richielee