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"The Class Reunion" a poem submitted by Jean Snyder (Author unknown)
|The following classes are scheduled to celebrate a reunion this year. If you are a member of the following class years, please let us know if you plan to hold a reunion. Send an email . . .|
|1940 70 yrs
1945 65 yrs
1950 60 yrs
1955 55 yrs
1960 50 yrs
1965 45 yrs
1970 40 yrs
1975 35 yrs
1980 30 yrs
1985 25 yrs
1990 20 yrs
1995 15 yrs
2000 10 yrs
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"The Class Reunion"
Every 5 or 10 years, as summertime
An announcement arrives in my mail,
A reunion is planned and it'll be 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, we dined, and we acted refined,
and everyone thought it was swell.
The men all talked about
who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children had became.
The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at 0ne-ninty-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.
No one had heard about the
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who'd always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
The boy we'd decreed "most
apt to suceed"
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the 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 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,
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.
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.
And now I can't wait as they've
set the date;
Our sixtieth 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 old hearing aid;
My pacemaker's been turned up on high.
My wheehchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I've bought a new wig and a glass eye.
I'm feeling quite hearty;
I'm ready to party,
I'll dance till dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun; and I hope at least one
Other person can make it that night.