Best Prat Poems

The whistling prat glides down the road 
oblivious to his annoying ways 
why he does it I do not know 
a badly tuned Neil Diamond song
at least I think that's what it is 
but now it's stuck right in my head
I start whistling, I just...

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I live by the mouth
quick wit is my bullet
the trigger no doubt
my impulses pull it

You could say on the hole
it does me no good 
but I haven’t control
would stop if I could

The day my mouth runs witless
I’ll stand a prat to witness




*hole - play on...

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There once was a guy with a beard.
It was bushy and white and afeared.
And he'd like to say
That he brushed every day,
And everyone else was just weird....

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