tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10150166888127530262012-02-16T02:48:13.591-08:00Rosiline, Goahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686615825256120350noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015016688812753026.post-79409209999076302562008-11-03T15:01:00.000-08:002008-11-03T15:05:26.522-08:00<strong>These naughty yet cherubic faces,</strong><br /><strong>Always keep me one up on my paces.</strong><br /><strong>All these lads and lasses of mine</strong><br /><strong>Are a delight 'cause they behave so fine. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Whether they are big or small, thin or fat,</strong><br /><strong>In my presence they are all quiet as a rat.</strong><br /><strong>Since there's no one who starts a fight </strong><br /><strong>Quarrels in class are so rare a sight</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong> Sometimes when angry I give them a shout,</strong><br /><strong>Then these innocent kids sit quitely with a pout,</strong><br /><strong>These children so sweet and charming, </strong><br /><strong>Leaves me thinking whether I am alarming ! </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>They fill my cup of life with joys</strong><br /><strong>These sparkling girls and boys</strong><br /><strong>How I will miss them in the coming years </strong><br /><strong>Maybe I can express it only by my tears </strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015016688812753026-7940920999907630256?l=roselinegoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rosiline, Goahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686615825256120350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015016688812753026.post-69852364752996098242008-11-03T14:53:00.000-08:002008-11-03T14:55:25.153-08:00<strong>The vacations are here once again<br />When all the students stand to gain<br />Books and exams that gave them a fright<br />Are now happily kept out of sight.<br /></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Planning outings is now not so hard<br />Cause fun and frolic is on the card,<br />Now is the time to look up and gaze<br />At the beauty above all in a maze<br /></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Join a club or go for a dance<br />These are the days to be in a trance<br />Ask for favours from your Dad<br />And go and buy things that are a fad<br /></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Let your hair down and be happy<br />Soon it will be over and you’ll be snappy<br />This is the best time of the year<br />I’ am sure you will all agree my dear.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015016688812753026-6985236475299609824?l=roselinegoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rosiline, Goahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686615825256120350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015016688812753026.post-31328825330924016692008-11-03T14:48:00.000-08:002008-11-03T14:52:34.837-08:00<strong>What I feel for you<br />Is it love?<br />I don’t know<br />Nor can I explain<br />Why my heart skips a beat<br />When I spot you somewhere<br />Or even when I think of you.<br />Is it love?<br />I don’t know<br /></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>And I don’t want to know.<br />Only your presence is my life<br />Is enough to make me<br />Want to live again and again<br />Is it Love?<br />I don’t know<br /></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I want nothing from you<br />Do not change even a bit<br />‘Cause I adore you<br />Just the way you are<br />Is it Love?<br />Maybe I know.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015016688812753026-3132882533092401669?l=roselinegoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rosiline, Goahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686615825256120350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015016688812753026.post-67200023857459692202008-11-01T19:36:00.000-07:002008-11-01T19:41:03.577-07:00<strong>I have two kids clever and witty,<br />My boy's chubby and my girl's pretty.<br />The name of my girl is Preeti,,<br />And the name of my boy is Kirti.<br /> <br />I always look after their needs,<br />Even if they are full of naughty deeds.<br />Throughout the day I am on my toes,<br />Listening to their tales of joys and woes.<br /> <br />Life is so dull in their absence,<br />Fun and frolic enters with their presence.<br />They never miss a chance to make me a fool,<br />But still I miss them when they are at school.<br /> <br />I wouldn't part with this pair of pets,<br />Even if I was offered a million diamond sets.<br />How precious they are to me I cannot say,<br />Without them I cannot live, even for a day.<br /><br /><br /><br /> </strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015016688812753026-6720002385745969220?l=roselinegoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rosiline, Goahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686615825256120350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015016688812753026.post-51553620178910898472008-11-01T10:13:00.000-07:002008-11-01T10:18:49.306-07:00<strong>There's this man from France, </strong><br /><strong> Who didn't know how to dance. </strong><br /><strong> He had a few pegs. </strong><br /><strong> Then he shook his legs. </strong><br /><strong>And now he dances as if he's in a trance </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>There's this man from Congo, </strong><br /><strong>Who loved to play on his Bongo, </strong><br /><strong> But no one came near </strong><br /><strong>For the drums to hear, </strong><br /><strong> Except for his pet bird, the Drongo </strong><br /><strong> </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>There's this man from Avon Park, </strong><br /><strong> Who had a dog that couldn't bark, </strong><br /><strong>So, he took the pet, </strong><br /><strong>To a very famous vet, </strong><br /><strong>And now the dog can even sing like a lark </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>There's this man from Italy </strong><br /><strong>Who told this girl let's be pally </strong><br /><strong>She gave him a slap </strong><br /><strong>That sounded like a clap </strong><br /><strong>And said "<span style="color:#ff0000;">wit</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">h me you can't dally</span>"</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015016688812753026-5155362017891089847?l=roselinegoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rosiline, 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