THE CLASS REUNION
ten years, as summertime nears,
announcement arrives in the mail.
reunion is planned; it'll be really grand,
plans to attend without fail.
never forget the first time we met,
tried so hard to impress.
drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
wore our most elegant dress.
was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
was held at a fancy hotel.
wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,
everyone thought it was swell.
men all conversed about who had been first
achieve great fortune and fame.
their spouses described their fine houses
how beautiful their children became.
homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
weighed in at one-ninety-six.
jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.
one had heard about the class nerd
guided a spacecraft to the moon;
poor little Jane, who's always been plain,
married a shipping tycoon.
boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed"
serving ten years in the pen,
the one voted "least" now was a priest;
shows you can be wrong now and then.
awarded a prize to one of the guys
seemed to have aged the least.
was given to the grad who had driven
farthest to attend the feast.
took a class picture, a curious mixture
beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
short, or skinny, the style was the mini,
never saw so many thighs.
our next get-together, no one cared whether
impressed their classmates or not.
mood was informal, a whole lot more normal,
this time we'd all gone to pot.
was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores,
ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
most of us lay around in the shade,
our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.
the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear,
were definitely over the hill.
who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,
be home in time for their pill.
now I can't wait--they've set the date,
fiftieth is coming, I'm told.
should be a ball, they've rented a hall
the Shady Rest Home for the old.
have been made on my hearing aid,
pacemaker's been turned up on high.
wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled,
I've bought a new wig and glass eye.
feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party,
gonna dance 'til dawn's early light.
be lots of fun. but I just hope that there's one
person who can make it that night.