LIFE is not a bed of roses,
It is a bed of thorns.
Someone cries, someone mourns.
Some are happy, some are not.
Some show it, others dont.
Life is full of surprises I think,
Cause things change in a week.
No one knows when happiness comes and when sorrows.
But there is always a tomorrow.
HIS perseverance is just an
extract of his genius,
His generosity is the cause of his success,
Although mischievousness is his passion,
Wearing admirable clothes is his fashion.
His vogue is due to social interaction,
His phobia is just a mathematical fraction.
A self-composed monkey is what he is,
Foiling my jobs is one coveted aim of his.
Tranquility is out of the question,
His disposition is his biggest attraction.
An Onida devil is what I see,
Through him filled with naughtiness.
Up to the brim, I believe that good things
Come in small packages,
Thats why I love him inspite of his ravages
CARTOONS are funny,
But they irritate my mummy,
they are great
I wonder how they are made
I cant watch them everyday
because I have to work and play
I am crazy about them, its true
but I have to do my home-work too
I like to watch scooby-doo
and I watch other cartoons too