HIGH SCHOOL REUNIONS

From:Linda Rogers Chambers
email: linda_chambers@comcast.net


Subject: Fw: Highschool class reunion
Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2008 13:25:58 +0000

HIGH SCHOOL REUNIONS

Every five 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 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 once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there
Had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no more do kicks.

No one had heard
About the class nerd
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane,
Who had 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 the one voted "least"
Now was a pries ---
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 beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short or skinny,
The style was the mini;
You never saw so many 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.

It was held out-of-doors,
Upon the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw and beans.
Then most of us laid
Around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.

By the fortieth year,
'T 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 have just set the date;
Our fiftieth 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 aid;
My pacemaker's been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled,
My teeth have been boiled;
And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.

I'm feeling quite hearty,
I'm ready to party;
I'll dance 'til the dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun;
I just hope there's one
Other person who gets there that night!