Trimeric Poetry Contest sponsored by Janice Canerdy
He left the house in disarray When cautioned flew into a rage, A brat he was who got his way This lad was spoilt from a young age. When cautioned flew into a rage And uttered words best left unsaid; The mother cried and tears were shed. A brat he was who got his way And treated all with disrespect His bad behaviour went unchecked. This lad was spoilt from a young age But then one day he went too far He died in mangled stolen car. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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