The Lottery Winner Poem by Bob Gibson

I called in the pub! i just fancied a drink
a pint of ale and a chance to think!
then i saw him, at a glance
in the corner, was my old mate Lance!

hi! there Lance! you don't look well!
he said! Bob lad there's a story ter tell!
I won all that money and moved to France
I've led the wife one hell of a dance!

i bought a big house with a swimming pool
and I've lost the lot! I've been such a fool
i started drinking, i hit the booze
my wife said i had to choose!

the fighting started and i left home
i was a man of money! so i did roam
I've lost my wife when she caught me
with a lady of the night, in close proximity

this girl i bought her diamonds and fur
when the money ran out she didn't care
my last five grand went on a horse
with my luck it came last of course

he held his pint with a shaking hand
hoping i would understand
my friends are gone i'm down and out
another pint Lance? its my shout