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They came uninvited. They’ve always been rude.
I had just been shopping and bought lots of food.
They asked me to make my very best dishes.
Without thinking, I fulfilled all of their wishes.
I was caught up in the moment. My guard was down.
I had been feeling low and a little run-down.
Maybe a distraction was just what I needed.
Caution thrown to the wind, left warnings unheeded.
It took some time before I could see
What they really wanted from me.
Was it a pound of flesh? That has to be painful.
As a matter of fact, it sounds quite disdainful.
I noticed one day there were now ten of them.
And they were causing all kinds of mayhem.
I took them with me everywhere.
I tried to drop them here and there.
I asked them to go, but they wouldn’t budge.
I finally gave up and made them some fudge.
This is one of those love/hate relationships.
(If I eat those words they’ll go straight to my hips.)
I knew I would do this before the reunion.
But I didn’t think it would happen this soonion.
I just heard the dates have been set.
Should I start my diet? Nah…not yet.
This poem is in jest. I’m sure you won’t care
If I’ve gained ten pounds and have really bad hair.
I’m going to the reunion and I can’t wait.
I hope to see you, so save the date!
*Marilyn Strait is collecting address changes from those who graduated in the 1960’s.
email@example.com or phone 669-2808
*Wayne Esmay is collecting information from those who graduated in the 70’s. You can message him on Facebook
Check out the MHS/JCHS Facebook page for more information.
Save the Date cards are being sent! If your address has changed in the last 5 years, please message them and include graduation year.
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