The
year that they all turned fifteen—went out to get some snacks,
Thought
they would go to that new place so simply titled: Jack’s.
They
only had 6 dollars and they all could ride their bikes,
Plus,
Jennie Webster lived nearby. (The girl that they all liked!)
Then
ten years on, now twenty-five, they met at Jack’s once more,
The
beer was cheap. They had a band for tearing up the floor.
They
had no cover charge (it’s key when paying student loans),
And
lots of cute girls to encourage raging male hormones.
At thirty-five,
just ten years later met, again, at Jack’s,
Because
the booze was always good and free were all the snacks,
And it
was right there, near their gym, the host would ne’er forbid,
And
if they gathered late, there weren’t too many whiney kids!
Ten years later, forty-five,
the group did meet again,
At Jack’s so they could sit
a while and ‘talk of days back then’,
And Jack’s served big
martinis, too, and kept snack prices low,
And all the servers wore
tight pants as they dashed to and fro.
Now fifty-five, they met
once more at Jack’s. (You knew they would.)
Cause Jack was sensible and
kept the prices where he should,
And plus they had a wine
list, nice (and certainly) not small,
And lots of fish. That’s
very good for one’s cholesterol.
A decade more and they decided, now, at sixty-five,
That they would eat at
Jack’s—at least those who were still alive,
The lighting there was
good, they said, unlike so many more,
And happ’ly served the
early birds, who gathered there at four.
At seven decades and a half—the years just slipped on by,
Again the friends all
gathered, (now were) Jack’s own a-lum-ni,
Because the food was not
too spicy, easy to digest,
Accessible for
handicapped—e’en better than the rest.
Finally, at eighty-five, the group all met once more.
Decided they would eat at Jack’s. They’d not been there before.
Cause
Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With
Poetry, we all besought,
To
try to make the week begin
With
pleasant thoughts.
Perhaps
a grin?
So
all of us, together, we
Have
crafted poems for you to see.
And
now you’ve read what we have wrought . . .
Did
we help?
Or
did we not?
There's my whole life story right there.....
ReplyDeleteSmiling. and hoping that those who are left enjoy Jack's so much that they plan to meet there again.
ReplyDeleteOh, that's based on such an old joke, but you sure did know the best way to retell it!
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! Yep, i'd want to eat at Jack's. Hope you had a great Monday!
ReplyDeleteThe Stages of Life...as restaurant goers.
ReplyDeleteOh, I can't wait to go to a restaurant again!
Your blog is very useful for me &i like so much...
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing the good information!
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