Pat Dring Poet Rhyme

Bingo

‘BINGO’

I waited and waited, my heart thumped like mad,

I didn’t know whether to be glad, or sad.

Terrified my voice would leave me, and go,

I still waited, each ball came out so slow,

With each ball the man picked up,

I thought this one will bring me luck,

On and on, ball after ball

All I needed was ball number 25.

I could hardly breath, I had tears in my eyes,

All I needed to make that call,

For £200,000 was one little white ball.

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