A Poem For Friday

Finding God

My old school recently held a special bash,

Class of ’83 was on the sash,

All welcome, the banner read,

“I’m not going to that,” I said.


But my old pal persuaded me to go,

She said, “It’ll be great, you can’t say no!

We’ll see if Chris is still a catch,

And I bet old Slater’s got a shiny, bald patch.”


So off I went in pretty dress, with belly sucked in,

Wishing I was just a tiny bit thin,

I knew that the girls would be glamorous and lean,

And the boys who’d never been keen on me, still wouldn’t be keen.


When I entered the room, my face flushed white,

It really was such a sight,

First there was Clarissa, once so clever and slim,

Now she looked plump and ever so dim.


Next there was Chris, my old heartthrob,

Now a hairy biker, I just wanted to sob,

Then I saw Elizabeth who’d been so prim and posh,

Uncouth wasn’t the word and she needed a wash.


Indeed, Old Slater’s bonce had worn very thin,

And prissy Penelope looked like she’d guzzled a load of gin,

Todd, so handsome, slender and fine,

Really could no longer be called divine.


I could go on with my shocking list,

But I think you get the gist,

I left that place with head held high,

“There is a God,” was my mighty sigh.

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21 Responses to A Poem For Friday

  1. markbierman says:

    Oh, how people change. 🙂

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  2. Darlene says:

    The same thing happened when I went back to a school reunion. I laughed all the way home.

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  3. Kim Smyth says:

    All of my reunions were like that as well. Nice job, very cute!

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  4. trentpmcd says:

    lol. One thing about today – we do have a clue, or perhaps two, because everyone sees at least a shadow of old classmates on Facebook.

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  5. It’s a reflection on reality. When at school we all seem fairly equal with so much in common. Years later we find some old school friends become rich, some poor. Some turn to drink, ending up alcoholics. Some die young, some develop crippling illnesses, physical and mental, and some live happily ever after.

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  6. Brilliant! I love this, Esther – and I’m not surprised your head held high – once met not forgotten my head turning friend.

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  7. Rae Longest says:

    I’ve never been to a reunion. Maybe I should go. LOL

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  9. Linkingpeople2003 says:

    ….CHILDHOOD nostalgia plagues many indeed!

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  10. Joy Smith says:

    I have never been to a school reunion. I didn’t have friends whilst I was there and I am sure with their fat paunches and bald patches I won’t find them too appetising now, and that’s just the girls. Reckon the boys won’t have fared much better either. This just sums up what I would find and I can do it via the blogosphere and the comfort of my own home. Blessings Joy

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  11. Linkingpeople2003 says:

    Finding God: A Short Story

    My old school recently held a special bash, Class of ’83 was on the sash, All welcome, the banner read. “I’m not going to that,” I said. But, my old pal persuaded me to go. She said, “It’ll be great, you can’t say no! We’ll see if Chris is still a catch and I bet old Slater’s got a shiny, bald patch”. So, off I went in pretty dress, with belly sucked in, wishing I was just a tiny bit thin. I knew that the girls would be glamorous and lean and the boys who’d never been keen on me, still wouldn’t be keen. When I entered the room, my face flushed white. It really was such a sight. First there was Clarissa, once so clever and slim. Now, she looked plump and ever so dim. Next, there was Chris, my old heartthrob, now a hairy biker, I just wanted to sob, Then, I saw Elizabeth who’d been so prim and posh, uncouth wasn’t the word and she needed a wash. Indeed, Old Slater’s bonce had worn very thin and prissy Penelope looked like she’d guzzled a load of gin. Todd, so handsome, slender and fine, really could no longer be called divine. I could go on with my shocking list, but I think you get the gist, I left that place with head held high, “There is a God,” was my mighty sigh!

    Liked by 1 person

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