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

Other poetry

ZINDAGI SULAJH GAYI

Haathon mei kalam aur kitaab liye

Khaayalon ko nazam banate hue

Zindagi sulajh ga

I Will Want To Grow Old With You

You can take me on a holiday

but I prefer to sit at home

you can buy me chocolate

The Heart Of Friendship
The bond of friendship is everlasting
True friends never say good-bye
There is pure truth betw

No Tears
Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade...
Until surely there

BHAWNA KA SVATANTRA GYAAN HAI

तीन-चार फूल है,

आस-पास धूल है,

बा�

khud se jada bharosa

राजीव: ऐ दिल तू क्यों रोता है…!!!

य�

Pain Of A Broken Heart

Tears of blood fall from my

Without You

All these days and nights without you here,

It's a little bit more than I can bear.

HUA KUCH YOON

Hua kuch yoon ek roz

Bhai bola garmi hai tez

Pehle jab kaha tha AC lelo

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I Still Love You

Of all the things I've ever said,

Of all the tears I've ever shed,

Of all the thi