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

Tujhse Milne Ko Bhi Hum Machal jatey hain

 

तुझसे मिलने को कभी हम जो मचल जात

Formula Kisi Dusri Pe Try Kar Skta Hu

 

Tujhe pane ke liye kuchh bhi kar sakta hu,

Tere pyar mein jee aur mar sakt

If I Could Tell You
When I see you in the morning
it brightens up my day
there are so many thoughts on my mind

What I Love About You

The sparkle in your eye,

The warmth of your skin,

Your breath on my neck

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;

He made everything shake, even the walls.

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badi badi desh ki bate

alag alag galiyon ko kon ginta hai 

saath khade ho rehne wale, desh tabhiu banta hai

Foreseeable Truth

I live in most, if not all, children.

Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults

Game Of Life
Roll the dice
Play a new game
Life for you
Will never be the same

No looking back

Deer And Beer

Look at that deer

Man I am craving a beer

He has a nice rack

It is enough

A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me sin