Gym Class
Posted on
16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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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KARNE WALE KAAM BAHUT HAI
करनेवाले काम बहुत हैं व्यर्थ उलझनों
Brown Eyes
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
I Need My Friend Back
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
Descending Trousers
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
A Perfect Friend
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
ZINDGI KYA EK KITAAB HAI
क्या जिंदगी सच में किताब है
You Are My Sunshine
You brought me sunshine
when I only saw rain.
You brought me laughter
whe
rishtey ko sawaar lete hai
Suno…. Suno na! Kuch tum badlo, kuch hum badle..
Aur badalke is rishte ko dh
True Love & True Friendship
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
A Tragic Bean Story
You told me not to fart mom,
so I didn't eat the beans.
You told me it would smel