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

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

 

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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