North High School
1954 - 2009
Class of 1954 - 55th Reunion
  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.
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 conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, 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 longer do kicks
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.
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.
  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.
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; 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.

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.

  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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