Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 27,337 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Two Fat Ladies 88 - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Down at the local bingo club,
You’re precious free evenings were spent
Willing to spend your one last cent
…Powering nose …holding a stub.

With only time for one more hug,
Unpicking a stitch on your shirt:
Then hand-brushing crumbs off your skirt
Which couldn’t feed a mealybug?

Hunger remains on plate in girth
Still lacking daily substances
No size of win, even in bucketful’s
Fetch this woman some happy mirth.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2015

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