Alumni Meeting of toasts, poems teachers

Toast alumnus

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Again so anxious at the desk

Sit down, listen to the lesson,

We start our school has become,

A childhood - in the past: had expired.

How do you want to study again!

Pull up a hand ... But the glass

With wine so may spill.

Said another hour has come.

We want to say a lot:

About our childhood, about the past,

This wonderful (Thank God!)

About school that remained there.

On the singing of the physical education,

On foreign, literature're lang. ...

About acculturation.

Well, how not to drink is now for you?

How to forget the five, two,

Diary, notebooks and magazine! ..

For unsatisfactory dressing ...

Then - exam, release the ball!

Oh, how right you were able

Forgive us, young insolent!

We excuse you sang

Ballad, sweeter than candy ...

How they escaped from the control!

They were able to slip away from it all,

We lived in a cool jokes,

In the battle verbally Who - Who!

Gone are the years under the calls,

Gone are the old men in the demobilization.

We were ready to drink with you,

Although it is - the students.

For the joy of childhood and science,

For schools and teachers

Raise your hands are not empty,

And who does not take - to pour!

Long live the native teacher!

All classmates - to become operational! ..

Why, my friends, to drink

And lowered the empty glass!

Toast the reunion

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Comrade director of a simple high school!

I - in the past he studied at the desk in the corner,

Homemade remember once prepared,

What, however, I can not remember.

I learned to drink and would give you a head start

In matters of the composition of the wine "Calvados"

But here's the thing: my wife Right

I give the signs, pointing his finger under his nose.

Comrade lecturer physical education with a whistle!

I mastered the strength of your muscles at a time.

You have learned somehow that our Bear smokes ...

And I was not looking at "Athas! "

Because of port once caught,

Then release the bottle flaw

Today prepare for disclosure Taen,

And we, in turn - to the list predyav.

I toast to declare, as a sign of reconciliation

Past to today, do as I do!

For this memorized poem.

Put the top ten! Do not put three ways!

Alumni Meeting funny verses classmates

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How quickly flew by, my friends, the time

Yesterday we were all - graduates

Today guys, tetki, all power,

To me, it just - die of boredom.

Let's have a drink or something, so for the meeting

And remember, as we have many years ago,

Were Leahy, smart in such a night,

And do not fear as the entire row.

As we besilis spring rain,

And as the smoke under the directors' box,

How to enjoy every moment -

Surely it was just a dream?

Oh, guys, what were the girls!

Do you remember all of this, as I am?

Do you remember the dates in the "hundredth"

Where key we took the sly?

Do you remember how Olka all cracked,

What will be the president of the whole country,

As Petka she promised glory

Just because a ray of spring warming.

And, classmates, how to live, we had fun,

As the air was captors and fresh ...

And though all the restore is not in our power,

But there are memories of those meetings.

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If the meeting classmates

That certainly has reason to gulnut,

And how are we something else -

Well, why all the angst bend?

Look how much time

Already ten years have passed,

Our children are grown up,

And all of us, in spite of centuries,

We stay, both for the party

Funny again ...

Even the beautiful girl

They turned back the clock ...

I look now Olenka,

Where were my eyes?

I was just a stupid oaf

Ten years ago ...

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How quickly the years fly by!

How long is standing at the blackboard,

We read, "Tatyana's Letter"?

And now - the graduates!

Already his solidity

Anyone can we eclipse.

Just today, teasing devil

And offers to play pranks.

And I look at those who are near,

And I see the same gleam in his eyes.

We all get together it was necessary,

To hide and seek with childhood play.

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And remember, we're on a chair himichke

Poured glue? That was fun!

And her young, the subtle as a titmouse,

Then, poor thing, was not laughing.

And as the girls in the gym was closed,

How to drop the pot with cactus,

As the party broke in the office,

Skeletons in the teeth inserted bull?

Oh, it seemed to us a lot in the school!

So when comes the son,

And said that it was my mother,

The soul sings. Well, nostalgia, damn it.

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Classmates my many years w raced?

He joked with us the life and played a bit.

That weather, things diverged paths ...

They figure floated here have wrinkles.

Why so far on Monday night

Pester one dream: I learned to do?

You wake up in a sweat in the morning to work,

As if the memory wipe, disable care!

But in early February torments nostalgia,

Memory brought to school, old waltz sounded.

Because, perhaps, I will not part with my childhood,

That forever young soul, I'll stay.