From our Australian friends

A lady from Sydney loved Bingo,
So much so that she taught her Dingo,
She took him along to the hall,
Where they both had a ball,
Till he Full-Housed but could not speak the Lingo!

A Bingo Prayer

As I lay me down to slumber
All I need is one more number
When to the big game I go
I pray the Lord I yell BINGO.

Very Silly

Knock-Knock!
Who’s there?
Bee Eye.
Bee Eye who?
B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, and BINGO is my name-o

Bingo Buddies

‘m sitting here at Bingo and looking all around
at the nicest bunch of friends ever to be found.
if one is missing, you hope that they’re alright,
and maybe had a special thing going on that night.
You show some pictures of your grandkids,
and hope that all agree
they are the cutest kids
and how proud that you must be.
You wish each other luck in winning a game tonight
a regular, a special, or the Jackpot you might.
We all do have our aches and paints,
And some of us have canes.
We all do have that certain smile
that goes with Bingo games.
And most of all I think you’ll agree
that we are like a family.

Poem 1

Going to play bingo
Not to do anything-o
To win me some cash
And go home in a flash
So now I can dance-o and sing-o

Poem 2

My bingo card is empty
My bingo card is blank
The caller calls a number
And I just want to slumber
Can anyone give me a snack?

Poem 3

My dauber fell on the floor
And I can’t find it anymore
Oh dauber, oh dauber, where did you go?
Dear dauber, green dauber, I miss you so
But don’t you worry, tomorrow I’ll find it
As I look for green spots on the carpet.

Limerick

There is a computer called Eric,
Who makes players slightly hysteric,
By dropping his balls,
And waiting for calls,
Even though he’s completely synthetic

Limerick 2

There once was a player from Cloncurry,
Who was always in a great hurry,
She “dabs” a number too soon,
Then feels a buffoon,
As she tells the caller “oops!” I’m sorry!