When Your Numbers Are Up

Copyright; Brian Bell
From his book 'Punch Lines'

The long years took their toll on Jim
until the joyful day
that all his workmates cornered him
and one was heard to say
"Our syndicate's won lotto, mate.
It's worth three million, cool.
We're all resigning. Ain't it great?
The bloke who'd stay's a fool."

Jim felt as if he'd found the wings
he'd searched for all his life.
He carefully considered things,
then telephoned his wife.
"I joined a syndicate last June.
Now, strike me pink, they've won,
so pack your bags. I'll be there soon.
It's time to have some fun!"

Her mind arace, she thought of years
without a hint of work,
and holding on to all her tears,
she did not go berserk.
"But shall I pack for sand or snow?"
"Whatever I don't care.
I'll only be an hour or so.
Make sure you're not still there!"

Copyright; Brian Bell