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.

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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