Here We Are Again(by Larry Parrish - Frieda’s Son-in-law)The time has come to meet again It’s called y-cubed 2k We made a banner to proclaim That it should be this way. Here we are from near and far To check each other out Some smile wide, and giggle too, While other sit and pout. Some come every single time As faithful as can be While others wouldn’t come unless The Queen was serving tea. We come together every other Year when it gets hot To see who still fits in their pants And notice who does not A German picnic we will have I know it won’t be tame I think it proper we should pick "Krauts" and Wieners for the name. We always have a lot to eat And often eat too much I don’t think we could see our toes Much less reach down and touch. We started wearing name tags So we wouldn’t get embarrassed Trying to remember who that is That’s outside on the terrace. The "real" Riegels sure are sports, All in-laws they embrace (at least that’s what they tell you while you’re standing face to face). The Riegel name is such a mess I’ve always wondered why No one knows if it’s I before E or E before the I. The men are in the parking lot Checking cars and rigs One or two are even puffing On a pack of cigs. Guys are growing sparse on top But they aren’t losing hair It’s sliding south and coming out Of almost everywhere The gals are sharing stories Of their latest aches and pains And telling of their children Their losses and their gains. They love the little Grandkids The big ones and the small And always bring their bragging book So you can see them all. Here comes a car from Oklahoma That will be Big Al And by his side is Essie Mae He snagged him quite a gal! I hear Frieda laughing now Isn’t she a hoot? I know it’s her because she said Ohhhhh! Isn’t that cute?! Ruth is here again this year She’s very nice, not bossy Her daughter Karla lived down south So long she’s now an Aussie. Mary’s here with Al in tow She’s sweet as if a saint All of us who know her well Know she can really paint! Esther came from California Three gorgeous girls had she Now she lives in a resort As large as large can be. The Walker girls--ya gotta love ‘em They really are quite cute. Some have wisdom like the owl, Others, just the hoot. The teasing can get out of hand Uh oh, what was that?! The breeze I feel upon my head Is Mighty Casey with a bat!! Larry P’s the nice one, So suave and debonair He’s just beginning to display Some "highlights" in his hair. Shelley’s got the camera out, It’s time to take the pics She’s got her work cut out this time ‘cause we all look like hicks. Some wear shorts, some wear hats With brims all torn and flappy But when we’re done with photo fun Kodak will be happy. So many groupings to be shot Is anybody missing? Some poor soul is always late From the primping and the prissing. Each reunion when it’s time To pick a destination To meet and do this all again, We scour the whole nation. Who’s the sucker this time? We’re scraping in the dregs. Sherri thinks it time to pick A Brian and a Greg. On Sunday morning, Hal will preach On this we all can count This time, high in Colorado, It’s the sermon on the Mount. We’ll thank the Lord for this great clan And for those no longer here We’re richer for their memory But can’t help shedding tears. We have the Lord’s assurance That some day we shall be Reunited with our loved ones And their faces we shall see. If this little poem has trampled on some toes I didn’t mean to offend Or cause you any woes. If I took a little shot At you and hit the mark It’s just because the insult Had the perfect place to park! If your name was not listed here Please do not be upset It would not have been in good light On that you sure can bet. Tomorrow you’ll forgive me On this fact I depend I promise to be nicer now So feelings I can mend. |
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