The Bingo Queue

I see they’re goin’ away again

fourth time ya know this year

I mean I don’t know how they do it ya know

wi’ what they spend in ‘ere on beer

An’ I bet they got a night flight

so they can come an’ swank in ‘ere

They’ll be sat int vault wit’ cases

in all the new holiday gear

I mean he dunt work and she’s part time

it dunt half make ya wonder

Me and Sid saved and saved for Salou

it did nowt but rain and thunder

I got him steak for his tea

near on four pound thirty

Forty pence for head o’ lettuce

an’ her net curtains are filthy dirty

Police were at their door again

nothing but a family o’ crooks

I’d lock ’em all up throw away the key

i wunt stand for it…….. give us four books

© Words Escape Me 2013 © Words For Class Heroes 2013


About JB Barrington

The words & verse of JB Barrington; performance poet from Salford. Lovely stuff, touches heart strings and the odd raw nerve - Johnny Vegas Great poems; great delivery - Terry Christian A warm charm, a rapier wit and a real appreciation of words - Louder Than War
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