Viewing Thread:
"Confidence (A poem that rhymes)"

If confidence came in bottles,
Or perhaps in jars,
I wouldn't have such trouble,
Meeting girls in bars,
I wouldn't have to drink so much,
To strut on the dance floor,
No longer would I think I was,
A conversation bore,

If confidence came in bottles,
Or if it grew on trees,
I wouldn't have to worry,
About my nobbly knees,
Fashion worries fade away,
I'd wear just what I'd like,
And when it came to karaoke,
I'd be first up to the mike,

If confidence came in bottles,
Or perhaps through taps,
I could climb great mountains,
And jump 'cross giant gaps,
I'd swim across the Channel,
Naked all the way,
And find a pretty French girl,
To roll with in the hay,

If confidence came in bottles,
Or perhaps in cans,
I'd hold the world to ransom,
With my evil plans,
As World Leader I'd be great,
I'd do the job with ease,
And maybe then I'd tell my mum,
I don't like mushy peas.

Sweetly great. Nice stuff.

Heh, it's sweet Meka, A side of you I've not seen before.

Ah, fair enough.
Hurry back.

A lot of it is a bit too personal for me to feel comfortable posting it on here. I really only write for my own sake. I'll have a look through some old stuff later maybe and see if there's anything I'd post up.

Aye, go on.
Feedback is always good.

Everything I churn out eventually ends up on here.
I guess I'm the attention craving type.

I may eventually. A lot of the stuff I write I would never post here though.

Gonna write any more bits for us, Lindgren?

I laughed at the last couple of lines. Thanks for making me smile :)

Nice one.
The rhythm sounds just fine to me - though there was a little stutter in the last verse.

Thanks.

I know what you mean about getting it to fit the rhythm, I kind of read it with a slow perhaps, and a bit ofd a pause at the end... Or per-haps in jars (pause)