Ladies Night'
circa 1930
any given Slovenian Hall
east Cleveland
'G-52'
from across the room:
'BINGO! '
thoughts from left to right:
Woman #1:
'I think I just pooped.'
Woman #2:
'My Lord, how does Roberta over there keep winning? '
Woman #3:
'I know how that little floozy keeps winning,
that damn Benjamin the Bingo Caller
has been marking her Free Space for years now.
...and I think that Margret may have gotten a little
more than she bargained for when she tried to fart.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem