NEWSLETTER ARCHIVE

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8th August 2001 - Page 2

THE MIGHTY TREE

Jokes
From the abyssal darkness below the surface,
A flushed shoot with no real purpose.
Pushes forth through the raven soil,
A tiny branch with a subtle coil.
Its rosy nodes sprout tawny leaves,
And with all its force it heaves and heaves.
For one day it shall be as tall,
As the Pine, the Oak, Banyan and all.
So with the help of 		 Flourishing leaves are all around,
The blossoms have grown pound for pound.
Ruby bulbs have begun to appear,
The fruits have come spring is near.
An illustrious decade soars away,
The picturesque tree is higher than I can say.
The tremendous trunk, as strong as snow,
The wrinkled bark a mahogany tone.

An elderly gentleman had had serious hearing problems for a number of years. He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set of hearing aids that allowed the gentleman to hear 100%.
The elderly gentleman went back in a month to the doctor and the doctor said, "Your hearing is perfect. Your family must be really pleased that you can hear again."
To which the gentleman said, "Oh, I haven't told my family yet. I just sit around and listen to the conversations. I've changed my will three times!"

On his first visit to New York, Banta was assaulted by two muggers. He fought back fiercely but being alone the muggers finally subdued him. His attackers proceeded to go through his pockets. On finding very little money on him one exclaimed
"You mean you fought like that for fifty cents?" 
"Is that all you wanted? I thought you were after the $ 400 in my shoes!" 
Time lapse poetry (!)
See how the sapling will grow into a Tree…
As time flies by, the tender shoot,
Turns cinnamon lime and rises afoot.
The emerald grow double the size,		 Luscious foliage across every inch,
Everywhere and lemon- a pinch.
And among the tree's verdant spread,
Are pearly fruits, crimson and red.
Their velvet feet turns slightly rye.
And at the apex of the stipulous plant,
Is a saffron bloom, luscious and vaunt.
Two years pass with two blinks of an eye,
The venerable plant is now two feet high.
The slender stem is now six inches wide,
Tanned boughs appear from all sides.		 Risen from the mere colors of Earth,
The tree smothers the sky with mirth.
Fixed to a spot and in control,
An idol for me and indeed the world.

Aditya Basu
XII-A
                           

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