Nineteen-Fifty-One is when most of us were born,
We were way too young to understand porn.
It seemed like the years slowly crept by,
It went so slow, we thought we were going to die.
The magic age was, to be sixteen years old,
'Cause a drivers license was what we needed to hold.
Then the magic age was to be eighteen,
So we could go off to college to make a scene.
To be twenty-one was the biggest desire yet,
We would finally be of legal age, and deeper in debt.
Some of us approached marriage, then children came along,
That's when our will became very, very strong.
Some are spoiling grandchildren in our ripe young age,
And some of us are still earning some sort of wage.
Most will be retiring in just a few years,
And none of us will be shedding any new tears.
We are unfortunately getting older as time goes by,
Join us at our class birthday party to just say hi!
JULY 30, 2011 is when this party will be,
So come on by, for our classmates you will see.
The party will be held at Peg DiPaola's childhood home,
At 5551 S. Prospect Street, so bring your comb.
We are thinking of a cookout with our class funds providing,
Brats, burgers and buns with absolutely no hiding.
Classmates are asked to bring one covered dish,
And to bring your own beverages, so whatever you wish.
Snail mail invitations WILL NOT be sent,
Notices will take place electronically 'cause our money's all been spent.
Emails will be sent and placed on Classmates, Facebook and this Blog,
So check out these sites often, so you won't be in the fog!
Time of this party has not been set,
But please attend so you don't regret!
PLEASE RSVP so we can all say Hi,
That way we will know how much food to buy!
IT'S HELL GETTING OLD!!!
