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Hello Christine

I have such a great response to this poem by Bob Miller, Mungar, QLD

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I woke up Sunday morning

And my head was racked with pain

As this big bloke with a hammer

Slowly pounded at my brain

And then the missus said “You mongrel!

Down that pub with blue and dingo

Well today you’ll pay your penance

Cause you’re taking me to bingo”

I said “Bingo? What a rotten thought

How would I live it down?

If my mates from up the pub found out

They’d laugh me out of town!”

But still my head was thumpin’

As I pondered on my plight

Yeah I’d have to go to bingo

Just to get some peace and quiet

As I sneaked into the parish hall

My head was hanging low

And a hundred dear old ladies

Were all staring down our row

They thought I was the victim

Of some ambush, or a fight

When they ask ‘How are you going?’

And ‘are you sure that he’s alright?’

Well I just sat there breathing slowly

Till the caller gave a shout

And he didn’t have to say ‘eye’s down’

Cause mine were hanging out

‘Well our first game is a full house

And good luck to all today’

Then he called out ‘legs eleven’

And the game was underway

Next, 17 and 48 and 6 and 22

Well I just stamped them with me stamper

Like the dear old ladies do

And my card filled up so quickly

I just sat there staring, mute

And when he called out ‘kelly’s eye’

I said ‘hey that’s it, you bloody beaut’

Well they came and checked me ticket

Forty bucks I did attain

And the ladies said ‘you poor young thing

We hope that helps your pain’

Yeah, but when I’d won the fifth game

Well the smiles were wearing thin

And I saw two grannies snarling

Where there once had been a grin

Two hundred eyes were watching

From behind those wrinkled cheeks

Cause the jackpot game had not gone off

For nigh on seven weeks

And they watched my every movement

As the caller gave a call

And my stamper, like a hammer

Echoed round that frigid hall

Now I know the hated feelings

That unwanted fortune brings

But I don’t write the numbers

I just stamp the bloody things

And I felt this premonition

Sort of creeping up my spine

As I stamped the final number

And I quietly said ‘er it’s mine’

You could not believe the bedlam

That erupted through that crowd

You’ve never heard old ladies

Use four letter words out loud

They called me all the low down things

Threw cake upon my shirt

And this sweet old dear beside me said

‘I hope that bloody hurt’

Then they stormed out of that ballroom

As they would the gates of hell

The last one swearing loudly

‘You’re a mongrel and you smell’

But I soon forgot that torment

$1500 eased the pain

So you can bet your bottom dollar

I’m coming back to play again

Cause playing bingo is easy

And you pick up heaps of dough

When I tell the boys down at the pub

I’m sure they’re going to go

I might even throw me job in

Things will never be the same

Now I know this way of getting rich

Just find a bingo game.

I do trivia with my low care residents. the residents keep asking for more.can be time consuming finding the trivia. There are some good websites where trivia can be sourced from.