A MOBILE MAN,
IS BUSY IN HIS WORK.
READING AND DOING WHAT NOT.
THE MOBILE MAN THINKS HE IS THE ONLY ONE WORKING BUT OTHERS TOO KNOW AND THINK THAT THEY WILL AND CAN WORK TOO.
AFTER ALL IT IS WORK FROM HOME.
ADIOS!
A
A MOBILE MAN.
Tag: basketball
Big POTATOES.
THE BIG IS SMALL BUT THE WORD “potato” IS WRITTEN IN SMALL LETTERS, FOR TWO BIG MEGA SIZED POTATOES ARE STARING AT ME, WAITING TO BE PEELED.
SUCH BIG POTATOES WOULD MAKE GREAT SIDE THINGS FOR LUNCH.
WHAT ABOUT YOU ALL FOLKS. HOW’S YOUR DAY GOING?
ADIOS!
The Fans.
The fans are the life of a game.Without them nothing can be achieved. But games when played, depends on the players honesty, integrity and playing ability to win or lose the game.
Adios!
The Basketball And The Player.
The basketball bounced,
And it went a bit higher.
The player jumped along with it,
Often unable to make it pass.
The basketball bounced back,
And challenged the player to score withit.
The player couldn’t.
The basketball cheered.
The player suddenly picked the ball,
And dunked it straight down through basketball ring.
Adios!
There Shall Always Be A Tale.
There shall always be a tale,
Which you shall always retell.
The tale shall be of happy, of merry, of cheers and of fairies.
Where no one can stop the good.
There shall always be a tale,
Of wisdom, of justice, of bravery, of light.
There shall always be a tale,
Of ice creams, of popcorns, of noodles, of chowmein.
There shall always be a tale,
Of trains, of buses, of planes.
There shall always be a tale,
Of good deeds, of good thoughts, of good work and honesty.
There shall always be a tale,
Of a mother’s love for her child.
Of a father’s love for his child.
There shall always be a tale,
Of God’s love for his children.
There shall be a tale,
Of the sun shining brightly over the blue horizon,
Like a glow in the distant past,
But always so near.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 