Bragging(A) Poems - Poems about Bragging(A)

Aunt Marge’s Christmas letter sat unopened again. Most of us walked by it, and said “not by the hair of our chinny chin chin” We knew what it would hold Accomplishments of her six awful kids We had nothing to do with them Thanks to their behaviors our family reunions had been on the skids. This one is perfect. That one is fine. Billy is...

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My granddaughter is the cutest girl in Texas. Maybe even in the whole southeast of the USA. She was the most boastful grandma we met that day. And we are all grandmas, with our hair of gray. If I show you a picture it will dazzle your eyes out. Her bragging was ridiculous, took form of a shout. We said sure...

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On Christmas Eve a call went out from the Pole. Santa was sick, we needed a witch, faerie or troll. Someone who could substitute and take his route. The reindeer were on the hunt, the elves were out. Santa panda flew in on a magic carpet with a loud brag. I can do better than any faerie or witch, they...

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the quilting festival is an event where grandma lingers. Her friends are there – Mag, Charlene and Mrs. Fingers. They try to pretend it is not a competition at all. But they drag their secrets outside in the middle of fall. Oh, my, I never saw that red and green one before! Gram says to Mrs. McDiggins, the Irish gal...

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What a blessing to not need to write To not burn from a desire to express what words cannot To have things I want to do And the ability to do so For no feelings to be trapped in verbose amber Nor crystallized in song, dance, paint But instead lived Is there truly a difference In channeling love in amber to show Instead of...

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She only paints elephants, her mama said, feeling worried. The rest of the artists do different things, you know that. The mouse ran off, for his siblings had all scurried. He knew that this artist’s elephants were fashionable and phat. To help the mama out, the mouse talked the paintings up. His grandma bought two, as did his Great-Great-Uncle Hup. We...

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This is insane. This is unheard of a president Behaving like that. Yes, he deserves a prize It's a great honor to lead a country this size Be happy, pragmatic and wait if by accident You will be honored. You are no Dr. M.L. King The Nobel Peace Prize is about being humble It is not about acting like a wrestler...

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You yell in your style from the hot roof top Nobody lends ears but you don’t ever stop You pronounce you’ll make a great name As an artist, in loud voice you do proclaim. You say there are colors hidden in your eye We all know it's nothing but a white flat lie So you think you carry the gene of...

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My gram can make a quilt in a day, the six-year-old said. My aunt came make one with her eyes shut, standing on her head. My mother can make two before tomorrow’s grass has wet dew. You are both crazy! You braggarts, you two! My gram is a quilt-maker, and hers are the best. My auntie’s are so beautiful, she...

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Yes, we have this and that and this this this Their mouths never close, their tongues never miss Their material things are brought out daily to show Yet do they know where their surly sons or sad daughters go? We have heard their offspring are on drugs,dangling far away. Their children never come home to laugh, eat, study or play. These...

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I have a fancy Christmas tree hat bragged the feline And a sportscar red, and a tummy that is always fed. She has never had to wait, listen or stand in line. The rest of the class began grousing behind her head. She had gotten this fabulous hat when her grandpa died. It was the one thing in the house...

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I am the only patriotic red, white and blue gnome in the USA, Egmit said. I was surprised at Egmit’s braggadocio but kept silent. The 4th of July parade starts at two, and I knew the theme was gnome. By three that afternoon, Egmit had a long face, he was in tears. There had been over two hundred patriotic...

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The bragging iguana was on my last nerve. He ran into a cloud after he took a fast swerve. He’s such a show off! For an inventor I said. He had invented a tea kettle hot air balloon bed. His invention traveled all over the meadow today. Some easily influenced children were shouting hooray. I was annoyed by his attitude; he...

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I once knew a young fellow named Swanson Who bragged about his enormous johnson He caught it in a zipper Which was a painful ripper And now, he no longer touts his once-on. written August 14, 2021...

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To poetry soup I shall stick Until I start walking with a stoop, To and fro patrolling with walking stick. On my fingers the soup Forever my fingers I lick: My fidelity to the group Until my still bragging shoulders droop. What I see in poetry soup Are buxom hens in a coop You can’t but many yearn to pick And not a single one aside...

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