Gym Class


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

The locker room smells nasty,
And my gym shoes smell like feet.
My socks smell like they’re made of cheese
Or spoiled rotten meat. The toilets are all backed up,
And the floors are soaking wet.
The stench around the benches
Is from everybody’s sweat. The shower stalls are moldy.
All the uniforms are stiff.
The air reeks of deodorant;
I dare you—take a whiff! I’m not the smartest person,
But I know this much is true:
Instead of calling it P.E.
It should be called P.U.

-Neal Levin

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CHHOTA YE SANSAAR

गांधी, तिलक, सुभाष, जवाहर का प्यारा यह

mea mantar hun

वन्देमातरम गीत नहीं मैं मंत्र हूँ जी

tiranga fehrate hai shaan se

 

 

आज तिरंगा फहराता है अपनी

Tinkle little Car

Tinkle, Tinkle little car

How I wonder what you are.

 

Leaking oil e

MANZIL PHIR SE BANA

Honsala Toot raha ho agar jeevan me…

maayusi ne agar daaman thaam liya…

DESH BHAKRI

Behti jahan gyaan ki dhara,

Vo bharat hume jaan se pyara,

Sita ram ki dhara hai j

Love At First Sight

When first we touched,

My heart flew high,

On gossamer wings through a cloudless

Build a Box of Friendship

Into a box of friendship
To insure that it is strong
First a layer of respect
On t

How And When

We are often greatly bothered

By two fussy little men,

Who sometimes block our pa

Now We Are Six

When I was One,

I had just begun.

When I was Two,

I was nearly new.

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