When in Doubt
No matter the trouble kerfuffle or poppycock pull up those britches breathe & take stock
You might be bamboozled flabbergasted too forget all the nincompoops focus on you
Delight in the splendor and hold your head high let them be gob-smacked as you rise and fly
Coddiwomple on and leave them behind your light shall dazzle and leave them blind
Let them skedaddle they’re Dicktims at best believe in yourself you’ll conquer the quest.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
