Gambler's Anonymous
Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 11:05 pm
Gamblers Anonymous
The coffee mob have got the gambling bug and lotto is its name,
one hundred dollars entry fee for anyone who’s game.
Excitement is at fever pitch all up and down the Lynwood mall,
a hundred million up for grabs - they’re sure to win it all.
A lass who hails from Canada has rashly joined the aging throng,
caught up in all the ballyhoo that nothing can go wrong.
Excitement ripples through their ranks with secret dreams of what they’ll do,
with all these sudden riches, if their hopes could just come true.
Then comes the day the draw was due and fate would look them in the eye,
so, would they pull it off, or kiss a hundred bucks goodbye.
With eyes glued to the tele, they watch it all unfold with bated breath,
and each and every ball that falls, is like the kiss of death.
But all is not yet loss, a minor prize has brought back smiles once more,
we’ll show the doubters we’re not beat and that’s for bloom’en sure.
With eighty bucks we had a sporting chance to build again our pot,
we put it on the weekend draw - and lost the flamen lot.
The benches are now calm again, the Coffee Mob a chasten bunch,
first came the dreams of fortunes, and then came that fatal crunch.
And while there’s some who may be sniggering, and some who even scoff!
Beware my doubting friends – it would be rash to write us off!
©T.E. Piggott
The coffee mob have got the gambling bug and lotto is its name,
one hundred dollars entry fee for anyone who’s game.
Excitement is at fever pitch all up and down the Lynwood mall,
a hundred million up for grabs - they’re sure to win it all.
A lass who hails from Canada has rashly joined the aging throng,
caught up in all the ballyhoo that nothing can go wrong.
Excitement ripples through their ranks with secret dreams of what they’ll do,
with all these sudden riches, if their hopes could just come true.
Then comes the day the draw was due and fate would look them in the eye,
so, would they pull it off, or kiss a hundred bucks goodbye.
With eyes glued to the tele, they watch it all unfold with bated breath,
and each and every ball that falls, is like the kiss of death.
But all is not yet loss, a minor prize has brought back smiles once more,
we’ll show the doubters we’re not beat and that’s for bloom’en sure.
With eighty bucks we had a sporting chance to build again our pot,
we put it on the weekend draw - and lost the flamen lot.
The benches are now calm again, the Coffee Mob a chasten bunch,
first came the dreams of fortunes, and then came that fatal crunch.
And while there’s some who may be sniggering, and some who even scoff!
Beware my doubting friends – it would be rash to write us off!
©T.E. Piggott