Wednesday 25 October 2017

The Wednesday Poem #31 - PC bingo!

Two fat ladies - 88
You can't say that, sorry mate,
Dirtie Gertie, number 30,
Poor old Gertrude finds that hurty!
The Lords my Shepherd- 23
Sends Richard Dawkins off his tree
Gandhis Breakfast number 80
Now your getting slightly racist
A meal for two - 69
Dear oh dear, that's not fine!
Stop work - 65
Not the case if your still alive!

When I was a wee nipper, I used to love bingo on Clacton pier. The Bingo Masters lingo fascinated me. I don't know if it was because I was dyslexic, but I never realised the reason for the nicknames for the numbers. I just thought it was a secret code and that bingo Masters were members of some strange, pseudo Masonic organisation with its own peculiar language.

I'd be intrigued to know if the lingo is still used.

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