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Every
ten 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. |
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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. |
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was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
It was
held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, 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, spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their
children became. |
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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 longer do kicks.
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No one
had heard about the class nerd
Who'd guided a craft to the moon;
Or
poor little Jane, who'd always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
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The
boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed"
Was serving ten years in
the pen,
The one voted "least" now was a priest;
Just shows
you can be wrong now and then. |
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They
awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who just seemed to have aged
the least.
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The
farthest to attend this great feast. |
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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.
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It
was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers,
coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.
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By the fortieth
year, 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.
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And
now I can't wait; they've 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.
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Repairs
have been made on my hearing aid;
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.
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I'm
feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party
I'm gonna dance
'til dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun; But I just hope
that there's one
Other person who can make it that night.
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| For information
on reunion particulars or to register for your 60th reunion: |
| Pat [email protected]
or Ruth [email protected] |
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| Graphics
are courtesy of pbariko at www.wtv-zone.com |
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