The breathing quickens, the sounds muffle
Laces are tied, the shoes shuffle
Books go in and novels come out
Discipline vanishes; there’s no doubt
Is what we get to hear from this clown
He finds eternity in the walls
Laces are tied, the shoes shuffle
Books go in and novels come out
Discipline vanishes; there’s no doubt
The victim enters with his “aadhi jaan”
He’s greeted with utmost “sammaan”
“Good maaarning students, sit down”Is what we get to hear from this clown
Nothing but a couple of goo sacks
This idiotic question
Leads to a yummy heated discussion
“Batch one or two? Tell me quick”
Hehe...he’s such a gimmick
So absurd but still innocent
So conserved so decent
No wonder why he’s frustrated
Anyone would, by the way he’s grated
We are the culprits, we are to blame
Before he complains we would love to claim
“Why are you doing this” he fears
“What is left in your syllabus tell me”
Freaking every time he needs to see
Followed by a blank stare
And an unflashy eyed glareHe finds eternity in the walls
He’s even boring than the dolls
But still we enjoy his lectures
Coz’ we do absolutely nothing
We discuss about the recent fashions and trends
Not even bothering to make amends
Wonderful is his talking way
He seems to think before every word he’d say
In our class he has a terrible fate
Coz’ for us he is NUTTIES – The Ultimate!!!
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