Going to school was a pleasure in the 1960s these days it is hell..jumps jolts jabs and jams; unbearable stoppages, tempers rising early morning, the humid August smiling so warmly on all on this mighty beautiful Earth...beautiful? A matter of maturity..my cousins from the great country were very tight lipped; Abbottabad a small serene tourist resort..( sorry ,no longer) whats wrong...its so filthy...you want to see Murree? what a disappointment....yet another jewel in the tourists crown..Ayubia...a name of Lifts..chairlifts..again smelly damp mossy....ah! well....
please pass the jam' I am on holiday....
I went to school on a tonga..a horse driven carriage....
I loved the ride...tongas are no longer allowed on the roads, if you can call them roads,
OH dear'
please pass the jam, my toast has become hard now'
its raining cats and dogs'
OH OH this cat is all the time jumping on the dining table, are cats clean?
NO NO I dont think I will take the jam, I think the cat passed by the bottle'
I wonder what other bottles did the cat sniff'
UGGHHHH.......
these days there is more talk nof the traffic jams....Ah yes....
more cars, more shortage of space....
more pollution, no end,
Yes, the tonga ride was full of fun,the tingling of the bell, clippoty clop canter of the brown horse, and one day our Tonga walla brought a grey spotted tall strong horse,
wow what a ride we had, the road was empty, an occasional Morris or two, a Chevy and thats all.
School was fun treasure games and such a world of imagination
I could write like Alice and make a book of Wonderland.
OH Mr Rabbit wait' I have something for you'
Would you like to have some jam?
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