Bingo Poem Review

Dreaming of playing at 123 bingo,
I slept so calm last night.
Dreaming of friends online with whom
I have a chat and a laugh with all my might.
Dreaming of the chat games to,
And knowing that my dream is true.
I’ve got a big bingo addiction,
I am sure you can relate,
I stare at my computer,
Till it gets really late.
I beg and beg and plea and plea
Please please BERTHA please let it be me.
My big bingo addiction just gets stronger,
So here I sit at 123 bingo and play on longer.

Goodbye my bingo pen
Poor poor little bingo pen
You’re treated very bad
Slammed down on my bingo book
And shaken when I’m mad
Cursed when I am 1tg
And thrown upon the table top
Kept inside my “lucky” bag
And in there you have to stop
But now you are not needed
As I play here online
You’ve gone all dry and dusty
And must be missing me?
I no longer need a dabber
Or dobber, pen or ink
Coz I have autodabber
Now that I play online
Sorry little bingo pen
But you are obselete
The way my numbers now make off
Are lovely, nice and neat
I love online bingo so much I won’t need you no more
So grab you’re stick and hanky
And I’ll show you the door!

I am exhausted staying up all night I want to go to bed,
But my adrenaline is pumping when I see yellow then red.
Oh just once let me win in the Million Dollar Room,
Call 53, call 54, call 55 BOOM!


B-I-N-G-O I must take a break and sleep,
But I have pre-purchased my cards so no need to weep.
GOODNIGHT :D:D:D:D


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