* I wrote this for a friend.
THE NEXT REUNION
“The reunion is close, and I have plenty to fear.
My wrinkled head looks like a baby’s derriere.
Hair started falling out not long after graduation.
A plugged-up shower gave me that first indication.
*****
Jack, Leroy, and Ed all lost their curly locks.
They’ll be attending, claiming that baldness still rocks.
It might be for hunks like Dwayne Johnson and Vin Diesel.
But for old farts on Beano, we resemble alien creatures.
*****
If asked by a classmate what I did for a career,
I’ll just have to act dumb and pretend I didn’t hear.
Some smart kids became doctors and have big, fancy homes.
I live in a Winnebago, and it’s over thirty feet long.
*****
Old girlfriends will attend with significant others.
A friend told me that Todd Fink is bringing his mother.
I plan to ask the neighbor if she’ll be my date.
Brandy’s only nineteen, yet mature for her age.
*****
Some Karens will whisper that the girl’s a gold digger.
After mulling things over, that’ll make me a winner.
I was never voted ‘most likely to succeed.’
Yet, at this reunion, folks will be talking long after we leave!”
I like to write junk... 