Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

Poem of the Day

Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

Poem of the Day

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The Bingo THE bingo hall was crammed out They were queued outside the door, Hoping lady luck would favour them Who knows what lay in store? Suddenly Lizzy Broon shoots oot Oh! Lucky lucky me Ave won three thoosand On the link up On number thorty three Eeh wor a lucky b****r she is There were whispers roond aboot Ivvery time she comes on a Friday She always hes a shoot I cannot win a thing meesel A divvent like to moan But last time a shooted for a line The king was on the throne That's nowt said big fat Peggy To the watchful listening face Last time a shooted for a line They were still howldin chariot races Am the same said Lizzy Parker As she held a paper cup A nivver liked him calling The want ti lock the b****r up It's costin is a fortune Am wastin me hard earn money A think all save for a holiday Ind gan were it's nice and sunny Noo the bingo caller continued And called the numbers oot again Ind owld Maisy quivered win excitement As she waited for number 10 But alas for poor owld Maisy Alas it wasn't to be As he called with cold indifference, Number twenty three But wait it was a bogey call Old Maisy held a breath A knuckles gripped the table top Ind a face went white is death Maisy stared at the screen Transfixed As the caller cald again And then the miracle happened A heart raced like a trip hammer There wa bells inside a heed Ind the crood all hushed, rushed And gathered roond Is Maisy dropped doon deed There wa cries ind lamentations Oohs and aahs ind wor a shame Ind a few wa more than a little annoyed Cos the caller stopped the game. …

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