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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Winning the Lottery Yes, I dream of winning the Lottery, Hitting the jackpot on a Saturday night. Oh, it’s so wonderful to imagine, So, I cross my fingers and hold them tight. Our George bemoans his bad luck, All these years, not even a Tenner. He told me that a couple from up Orkney, Won Five million, Mr and Mrs Jenner. Now I don’t want a fortune, Just to be comfortable, would be nice. I could buy me a shiny new sports job, Without thinking about it twice. A holiday to the Island of Barbados, Under tropical skies, that sounds grand. Or perhaps a Mediterranean cruise, Lazing on deck, getting tanned. I would have to update my wardrobe, With a suit from Ralph Lauren. A few shirts with the label of Versace, Oh, and Designer shoes by Donna Karan. We may have to move from the terrace, Buy a cottage in the countryside. Or better still a bungalow by the sea, With a Veranda, to sit watching the tide. I could afford to have Guitar lessons, Learn to play blues like Jimmy Page. Imagine that, me becoming a rock star, With adoring groupies at front of stage. Now, I won’t see our Emily go short, and I’ll give a bit to John and Jilly. I’d better return Danny’s Lawnmower, and give that borrowed Twenty back to Billy. I could retire and take it easy, No more working long shifts over-night, Slaving for that Miserly McGregor, He’s loaded but so flaming tight. In truth, I’d leave without notice, And tell him just where to stick it. My wife say’s stop daydreaming Jim You’ve never even bought a ticket.
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