A poem written about my school, class and friends. Those were the best days of my life. Still miss my class XI - XII and all my friends.
I study in Vidhyapeeth
But i feel everybody there is stupeed
There are nice and beautiful teachers
But they are more or less preachers
My principal is nice
But i always have to wish him 'Good Morning' twice
I'm in class eleven
I always think my class is a heaven
My seat is in the middle
So i don't have to fiddle
My partner is always sitting on my lap
I feel like giving him a tight slap
We don't have any monitor
Otherwise he would have been a man eater
My best friend's name is 'Choty'
And he always seems to be naughty
We have eight classes
So, most of the time i have to wear glasses
I am nearly always taking a rest
But i like my school and its the best
I study in Vidhyapeeth
But i feel everybody there is stupeed
There are nice and beautiful teachers
But they are more or less preachers
My principal is nice
But i always have to wish him 'Good Morning' twice
I'm in class eleven
I always think my class is a heaven
My seat is in the middle
So i don't have to fiddle
My partner is always sitting on my lap
I feel like giving him a tight slap
We don't have any monitor
Otherwise he would have been a man eater
My best friend's name is 'Choty'
And he always seems to be naughty
We have eight classes
So, most of the time i have to wear glasses
I am nearly always taking a rest
But i like my school and its the best