Class of '59
Acrostic Dinner Theatre Musical Grease
Given for a Christmas in May
Rather dashing in a dress shirt.
Eager all week for buffet zone and booth dancing
Amaretto in your Pink Lady
Summer Nights in my Bacardi piña colada
Each bite of smoked salmon and a medium rare slab was
Devoured, innocent bystanders were bowtie pasta and lemon cheesecake
Lights lowered and the show was just ours
(It’s like that time under the stars riding doubles on a Bird, or
Getting an Escape Room to ourselves during the pandemic)
Human beings now perform and entertain, choreography on point
They have young love, love letters, letter sweaters
Nights at the Drive-In make me want to live
In these days
Nice girls who like ‘neat’
Guys, dig it!
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