Bingo!

I was strolling along the prom, humming pom tiddly pom, when I passed the new bingo hall.

"Eyes down ladies, gents and non-binaries. Here we go".

"Two weight challenged ladies, 88".

"The rule of life, number one".

"Key of the door, 45".

 "Lucky for some, age 70".

"Baker's dozen, 11".

"BINGO!" Came the cry.

"Congratulations! You've won today's star prize!"

 "Wot's that then, like?

"A job!"

Sparks flew and smoke curled, as the arcade rapidly emptied. Bodies piled up on the sands like a butter mountain, and heads disappeared amongst the seaweed, sewage and coke cans. 

"Lucky for some!" roared the bewildered bingo caller.