With skin tight jeans and puffed up hair,
A modern student roams here and there.
He loves to keep his hair fully dry, And puffs out cigarette smoke to the sky,
He talks of movies,whole day long,
Always humming some disco song.
The college is but his picnic place, Where he passes his time without grace.
Never does he bother to attend a class,
But is found of chats and rude remarks.
In gossisps he whiles his time away, On serious matters he has nothing to say.
He is seldom seen in the lecture hall,His favourite haunt is tea stall.
Notes he never prepares from his books, All he needs is degree by hook or crook.
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