The Class Reunion

Every few years, as summertime nears,

an announcement arrives in the mail.

A reunion is planned. It’ll be really grand.

Make plans to attend without fail.

I’ll never forget the first time that we met.

We tried so hard to impress.

We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars

and wore our most elegant dress.

It was quite an affair. The whole class was there

It was held at a fancy hotel.

We wined and we dined and we acted refined

and everyone thought it was swell.

The men all conversed about who had been first

to achieve great fortune and fame.

Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses

and how beautiful their children became.

The homecoming queen, who had once been lean

now weighed in at two-twenty six.

The jocks who were there, some had lost their hair

and the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.

No one had heard about the class nerd

who guided a rocket to the moon,

or poor little Jane, who’s always been plain;

she married a shipping tycoon.

The boy we’d decreed, “most apt to succeed”

was serving ten years in the pen,

while one voted, “least” now was a Priest;

just shows you can be wrong now and then.

They awarded a prize to one of the guys

who seemed to have aged the least.

Another was given to the grad who had driven

the farthest to attend the feast.

They took a class picture, a curious mixture

of baldies, crew cuts and wide ties.

Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini.

You never saw so many girl’s thighs

At our next get-together, no one cared whether

They impressed their classmates or not.

The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal.

By this time we’d all gone to pot.

Part was held outside, close to the creek side.

We ate hotdogs, coleslaw, and good beans.

Then most of us splayed around in the shade

in our CHS t-shirts and blue jeans.

By the fortieth, it was abundantly clear

we were definitely over the hill.

Those who weren’t dead had to crawl out of bed

and be home in time for their pill.

And now I can’t wait; they’ve set the new date.

Our 45^th is coming, I’m told.

It should be a ball. They’ve rented a hall

at the Shady Rest Home for the old.

Repairs have been made on my hearing aids.

My pacemaker’s been turned up on high.

My wheelchair is oiled and my teeth have been boiled

and I’ve bought a new wig and glass eye.

I’m feeling quite hearty and I’m ready to party.

I’m gonna dance ‘til the dawn’s early light.

It’ll be lots of fun! I just hope that there’s one

other person who can make it that night.

~Author Unknown

(some alterations made by Sharon Gates & Bob Ramsey)

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