.4. Shaking The Balls Poem by David Threadgold
.4. Shaking The Balls
All hail the caller
Who shakes up the balls
To mix them up well
In all bingo halls
Ready the player
With markers to spot
To cover each number
As soon as they’ve got
Clear be the eyes
To search out the line
With one number left
A sole number nine
Strong be the voice
For the loudest of calls
But nine never came
When he shook up the balls
© 2008 David Threadgold
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8/26/2025 1:06:45 PM # 1.0.0
More bad luck for David! You should stick to the poetry - you do it well :)