Reunion Poem by Randy McClave

My wife tells me it is time for me to get dressed
My shirt is ironed and my slacks are pressed,
She is all ready to leave wearing her brand new dress
But, still after months of preparation she still is stressed.

She begins to interrogate with her voice that is almost hoarse
As she asks me who was that woman that just had her third divorce,
And that corrupt candidate that she always endorsed
Her husband I think, was suspended from the police force.

She then asked me about that blond, who married two gay men
And that quite lonely guy that was sent away to pen,
And that chubby bald man who could never keep a wife or a girlfriend
Then there’s that couple down the street, who went bankrupt once again.

Then she queries about that red-headed kid that was a used car dealer
He became a liar and a cheat and always drove a four-wheeler,
In school he bummed for money and cheated on every deal
Then there’s that chic that became a two bit actress and a scene-stealer.

Remember that girl my wife asked that was really thin and flat chested
And that heavy dude that stayed drunk and always got arrested,
They were in that misguided group that cheated on every test
And then there is that brunette, who is now big breasted.

Our notes are all memorized we are now prepared and done
We have our insults and gossip ready for our night of fun,
My wife and I are prepared for our get-together with everyone
As we both head out the door for another decade class reunion.

Randy L. McClave