Class Reunion
They only come back at night
“We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves.” — Lynn Hall
Awful Adam is a jerk Bonkers Bob hates to work
Capricious Cathy, still the flirt Digger Diane wants the dirt
Evil Emily plans and schemes Foolish Fred is lost in dreams
Greedy Gerald lies and cheats Hitman Henry roams the streets
Icky Ike hides in bed Jeering John will soon be dead
Kahuna Kay runs it all Lazy Leo likes to loll
Mooching Marco grifts and grins Nice Girl Nancy wants to sin
Oafish Ozzie is a thug Perfect Patty takes to drugs
Quixotic Quentin on a quest Reckless Robyn thinks she’s the best
Sarcastic Sam wields a knife Terrible Tom looks for strife
Unctous Ulysses scrapes and bows Vicious Violet breaks her vows
Wacky William wants his mother Xenophobe Xena hates the other
Yapping Yolanda blabs and blabs Zany Zachery grabs and jabs
A class reunion is a meeting of former classmates, often organized at or near their former school or college by one or more class members. It is scheduled near an anniversary of their graduation, e.g. every 5 years…… Wikipedia
They canceled our high school class reunion this year because of COVID19.
This poem is an Abecedarian. Desiree Driesenaar invited me and many others to write one.
And I would love to read other examples. So, dear poets, feel free to tag me if you ever write an Abecedarian.
Here are two of her beautiful, elegant Abecedarians.
I thought I wanted to write something beautiful and uplifting, too. Maybe it would lift me out of my grim mood. Tennessee has had 3314 fresh cases of COVID 19 in the last twenty-four hours. I can’t visit my daughter in Arizona because I am high risk and Arizona is a hotbed of infection, too. My husband, who is a local journalist, is harassed by the Trump devotees.
But when I wrote, beauty and uplift eluded me. Instead, anger and invective flooded out. My grandmother would have said,
“Susie, gal, I see your horns starting to poke out and your little forked tail is twitching.”
This is not an accurate picture. My classmates were not like this.
But writing “Class Reunion” as an American Horror Story wannabe was right for me today.
