The Stuff I Served My Teacher
The stuff I served my teacher
was pretty, fairly gross!
Like rotten eggs and lumpy milk
Hands starting to sweat.
Next thing you know, your palms are wet.
It gets harder
If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
I’m going to be famous!
I’m going to be great!
For every award
<A Cow And A Rooster Went Dancing
A cow and a rooster went dancing
One night by the light of the moon.
They'd arran
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
A Summer Song
When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimmi
We had our good days and we had our bad,
I thought I would never forget the times we had.
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor