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

sala tumhe loot kar hi khayega

Na jaane kaha hai aya hai…

 

Na jaane kaha ko jaega..

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pata hi na chala

एक जमाना जब दोस्तों के साथ,

खूब हंस

HAR PAL LARTA HAI

कभी हंसाती है तो कभी रुलाती है जिंदगी

Love Is Better Than Hate
Don't judge a book by it's cover,
love is better than hate.

Life's to short to waste opp

MUJHE NAHI PATA

Mujhe Nahi Pata Ki Main Uski
How To Fight An Ego

Have you ever fought an ego?

It's a pretty tough thing to beat

It has no face, no

Dreaming'
Close your eyes and spread your wings.
Make a wish and dream good dreams.
Don't ever say, you'

Uljha-sa aaj mein hue

Zindagi hansne-gaane ka naam hai,

Hans kar palon ko jiye ja,

Gaakar gamon ko piye

Love In Your Eyes

When I am looking into your eyes,

I see all the love you have for me.

I see in yo

My Best Friend

Whenever I am lonely,

You're always by my side,

And when I call to you for help,<