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THE HIGH SCHOOL REUNION

(T. Beechey)



The ballroom was crowded but the evening was shrouded in an aura of mystery

The big football star,the one who'd "go far",wasn't anywhere to be

Jonathan Townes,who'd ran touchdowns over and over again

And was the theme of each cheerleader's dream (and also some of the men)

Had yet to arrive,perhaps he had far to drive from his mansion or estate

We all were certain that he wasn't hurtin' for cash since he'd been so great

He'd been penned with affection in the sports section of the newspaper every week

"He's destined for fame" "The pride of the game" "His autograph all will seek!"



His fifty TDs led the nation with ease and colleges banged on his door

Where did he go? Did he turn pro? And did he continue to score?

"Where could he be?" wondered Mrs. McGee who used to teach home ec

"I wonder as well," spoke Principal Bell,"maybe he got in a wreck!"

"He's probably late," said a classmate,"cause his limo ran out of gas!"

Another suggested, "With his money invested,he's somewhere else with more class!

"In Tahiti or Rome in a ten-bedroom home with champagne and caviar!"

"Let the party commence!" said Lillian Spence. "I agree!" chimed Meredith Farr



The reunion began with a rock-and-roll band playing our favorite tunes

The prom queen and king each damced a fling beneath the cutout moons

There were moments of laughter when,from the rafter,Ken Jones hung from his toes

"What a show-off!" some people did scoff. "I know," said his wife Rose

There was much reminiscing of backseat kissing and drinking before legal age

Then the principal spoke and we toasted the folk who'd earned that bitter wage

After trading addresses,we all took guesses at each other's weight and size

"I'm a size seven!" "Make that double eleven,just take a peek at those thighs!"



We waited all night but without any sight of Number 31

And,as we all left,all gazes did shift to his portrait evenly hung

On the gym wall with a football tucked underneath his arm

And running for glory. I said,"I'm sure he didn't meet up with harm."

"Good ol' JT," said Coach Smith happily,"I'll bet he's somewhere right now

"Telling his son of the touchdowns he'd run and how he'd better learn how!"

Just one block away,in a small alleyway littered with broken shards

Jonathan Townes was lying face-down,dreaming about gaining yards