All waiting in queue for the bingo bus ‘’The step is too high” you can hear them cuss It took ages to settle and clamber aboard We set off on time - Thank the lord!
We got down the road, I heard cry’s of dismay I looked in the mirror to see Mavis - in disarray Ruby bent over - heads nearly kissing It was all over Mavis’s dabber, gone missing
It had rolled out her bag - on the bingo bus floor They were all hot and sweaty, could smell Christian Di’or It was eventually captured by the gearstick lever Bingo night transformed into, Saturday night fever
We got all our cards and dashed to our seats Maureen kicks off her shoes, for swollen feet 🦶 All sat ready - prepared for eyes 👀 down Ruby passing the werthers around
The tension gets higher, only one number to go Gerties eyes start watering - she blows her nose Doris concentrating tongue sticking out Quivering with excitement, ready to shout
Sat waiting red faced and ready to burst Will it be my number? Will I get there first! Blood pressure high on the Richter scale Did I miss a number? I just cannot fail
The winner was someone across the hall We were sad, but there’s other games after all We decided to try the slot machines 🎰 instead Then home to recover, then Horlicks and bed 🛌
Poetry ~Totally 