Monday Night at The Club

Colins's on the fruit machine
Bill is on the door
Sally sucks her thumb again
What a place to score

Women wearing evening gowns
At an age where they are wrinkled
Gliding to the tea dance sounds
When were they last winkled?

Gladys does her only dance
The moves are all the same
The band is sad and slow tonight
And the Bingo's not my game

Words: Laurie