Hazel Connelly

Freshman - 635 Points (28th September 1949 / Lancashire)

Class Of 64 - Poem by Hazel Connelly

I saw an ad in the local paper
A reunion for the class of 64
I thought I wouldn't mind going
I've never been to one before

It should be great seeing class mates
So I rented a tux and black tie
Put new batteries in me hearing aids
Bought a wig and a black dye.

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 in an old church hall
And I wasn't very impressed.

Everyone stood gawping
I only wanted to impress
Well they didn't say
How the heck I should dress.

They came round with name tags
But didn't have one for me
Then it came to me in a flash
I was in the class of 63.

Topic(s) of this poem: school


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©Hazel

Comments about Class Of 64 by Hazel Connelly

  • (1/7/2016 12:52:00 PM)


    Another beauty. Reads so easily, rhythm and rhyme. Again loved the humour. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/11/2012 3:58:00 PM)


    Ha ha really loved this, a really great poem,
    fantastic humour.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 6, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 8, 2014


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