By splatipus Date: 2002 Jul 30 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.30.18.48.10100]] |
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. |