Jack’s


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?

Mimi

Psst!
Next week from gorgeous to absurd,
Our topic will be 'bout the birds!

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