I saw an ad in the local paper

A reunion for the class of 54

I decided I would attend

I’ve never been to one before

 

It should be grand and lots of fun

So I rented a tux and black tie

Put new batteries in me hearing aid

Bought a wig and polished me eye

 

I emptied a bottle of old spice

Did me toupee nice with brylcream

I soaked me teeth in steredent

Then gargled with some Listerine

 

I soon arrived in splendid form

Smelling my very best

It was held in a hall at an old folks home

A place called the shady rest

 

It’s the fortieth year and it’s very clear

Every one  is  out to impress

Even the Janes that was always plain

Wore their most elegant dress

 

They came round with name tags

But  didn’t  have one for me

Then suddenly I remembered

I was in the class of 53.

 

©Hazel