Bratty Brat
She thought she would be the bratty brat But someone beat her to it
So she would be the good girl, but there was one of those two.
What could her function be?
How could she be seen for thee?
She finally got her chance to be the bratty brat in late November
For the Bratty Brat’s parents moved away the last day of September.
It took her a month to figure out how to become a crazy bratty brat
Even though she is sixty-eight now, she has never lived down that.
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