By splatipus
Date: 2002 Jul 30
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[[2002.07.30.18.48.10100]]

The Bus to Bingo

With her permed, streaked and sprayed
To diamond-hard hair'
And her blue eye-shadowed
Clumpy mascara'd
Rusty cheeked
Red-lipped war-paint,
With her best 'going out' gear
Of arse-skimming skirt
And white stilettos
Displaying goose-pimpled
Blue corned-beef legs
To full advantage,
Shazza met her sweatshop cronies
On the bus to Bingo.

Another night
In the Bingo hall, with garish light
That cackled with the gossip
Of gin-soaked women
And magic markers
That crossed with lightening speed
As cards were played and lost
When 'House!' was shrieked.

At home,
Her balding beer bellied husband
Fortified by egg and chips
Assumed couch-potato position.
And as cans of supermarket larger
And remote controls
Were within reach
She knew he'd fail to miss her.

Another night at Bingo.
For who needed Handsome Knights
In shining armour
Upon trusty steeds?
Who needed adventure?

Another night at Bingo.
Another night of pretending
That life was great.