Crete-Monee High SchoolRSS feed for all messages.RE: A Reunion Poem<p>Wow, Merry! This is AWESOME! </p>
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<p>It would be fun for you to read it at the reunion Saturday night. However, we will all have seen it via our Web-site, so maybe that's not necessary! </p>
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<p>GREAT FIND!!</p>
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<p>THANKS FOR SHARING! FREED</p>
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<p>Yes, I bleached my teeth for the Reunion! hah</p>
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2011-09-14T09:35:19-04:00A Reunion PoemRE: A Reunion Poem<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);">Just found the actual author of the previous poem. It was written in 1988 <span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">by Jo D. Stockwell of North Kansas City High School for her 40 year class reunion.</font></span></span></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);">(m 4man)</span><br />
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2011-09-12T01:10:37-04:00A Reunion PoemA Reunion Poem<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);">THOUGHT THIS WOULD BRING A SMILE OR TWO . . .</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);">M. 4man</span></p>
<p><font face="arial, helvetica"><center><font size="6" color="teal"><b>THE CLASS REUNION</b></font> <br />
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<p>Every five years, as summertime nears, <br />
An announcement arrives in the mail, <br />
A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand; <br />
Make plans to attend without fail.</p>
<p>I'll never forget the first time we met; <br />
We tried so hard to impress. <br />
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars, <br />
And wore our most elegant dress.</p>
<p>It was quite an affair; the whole class was there. <br />
It was held at a fancy hotel. <br />
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined, <br />
And everyone thought it was swell.</p>
<p>The men all conversed about who had been first <br />
To achieve great fortune and fame. <br />
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses <br />
And how beautiful their children became.</p>
<p>The homecoming queen, who once had been lean, <br />
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six. <br />
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair, <br />
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.</p>
<p>No one had heard about the class nerd <br />
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon; <br />
Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain; <br />
She married a shipping tycoon.</p>
<p>The boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed" <br />
Was serving ten years in the pen, <br />
While the one voted "least" now was a priest; <br />
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.</p>
<p>They awarded a prize to one of the guys <br />
Who seemed to have aged the least. <br />
Another was given to the grad who had driven <br />
The farthest to attend the feast.</p>
<p>They took a class picture, a curious mixture <br />
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties. <br />
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini; <br />
You never saw so many thighs.</p>
<p>At our next get-together, no one cared whether <br />
They impressed their classmates or not. <br />
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal; <br />
By this time we'd all gone to pot.</p>
<p>It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores; <br />
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans. <br />
Then most of us lay around in the shade, <br />
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.</p>
<p>By the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear, <br />
We were definitely over the hill. <br />
Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed, <br />
And be home in time for their pill.</p>
<p>And now I can't wait; they've set the date; <br />
Our fiftieth is coming, I'm told. <br />
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall <br />
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.</p>
<p>Repairs have been made on my hearing aid; <br />
My pacemaker's been turned up on high. <br />
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled; <br />
And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.</p>
<p>I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party <br />
I'm gonna dance 'til dawn's early light. <br />
It'll be lots of fun; But I just hope that there's one <br />
Other person who can make it that night.</p>
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2011-09-12T00:58:09-04:00A Reunion Poem