Class Of 54
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's 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.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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