Twelve Tacky Women
Twelve Tacky Women
We tell them it's just bunco
But they don't really know
It's really twelve tacky women
Rearing to go
We each show up
Some with bottle in hand
Ready to drink and laugh
Share silly jokes about life and men
We each put in a few dollars
Hoping to win the pot
Which totaled sixty dollars
Not a heck of a lot
Loser never left
Empty handed you see
Boobie prize in hand
She was as happy as could be
A fun night to be had
By one and all
Twelve tacky women
We sure had a ball
We checked our calendar
To see who had it next
Stretched out our arms
Hugged each others necks
To see who had it next
Stretched out our arms
Hugged each others necks
Those special times we'll never forget
Memories engraved of friends who have left
Some moved on to far away places
Others gone on to Heaven
Now seeing loved ones faces
Now seeing loved ones faces
GOD BLESS YOU MY BUNCO FRIENDS !
~ Mary A. Eaton ~
(c) Copyright 2010
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