Brat Poems

Tweety Bird

Minding his own business we have Tweety Bird
up in his cage not uttering a word
until he tawt he taw a puddy tat!
then Tweety turns into a most clever sinister brat

Seussome Story

The Cat in a Hat
sat on a mat
(the mat was flat)
when
Pat a bat
who was fat
(a flying rat)
chasing a gnat
(the gnat went zzzat)
dropped in
(splat!)
for a chat
(what a brat)
but
(tit for tat)
was told to scat
imagine that!

(Moral of the story: Uninvited unwelcome)

Dog

Dog
my dog is such a spoiled brat
he lays around and expects a pat
then eats and eats and gets fat

Brat Pack

With all my movie friends, and tv too, vanishing,
I turn my attention to the brat pack. Brandishing life.
Ally, Molly, Judd, Spader, Cusack, Gray and more.

Out of Bounds on my screen, terrifying, a thrill ride.
Or I could loopity-loop The Breakfast Club, burns
sizzling, redefining the bad boy, who pierces his ear
with a precious diamond from the popular

Lovely Brat

Pity my part
Oh, little brat
I love your heart.

Willowing Brat

Like stubborn fat
Grieve on unrequited love
Wake up, childish brat.

Let's rhyme

Laara was a lady of fat,                                                 

That Little Brat Jack

Planted like a seed, the giant fell from the beanstalk.
He left behind his golden eggs and singing harp.
It was a faceplant…a belly flop…a real humdinger.
The trench went on for miles with no smile.
All he could think was, “That little brat, Jack…”

The giant was wobbly at the tippy top of the stalk
for the teen had tricked

Spoiled Brat

Bay sharam insan,,
Bay gerat Pathan..
Note.qatil supari...

The Brat

You know "Mr. October",
"Say Hey", and the "Babe",
Moreover, this player,
is another of my "fave's". 

Although Eddie Stankey,
isn't in the Hall of Fame.
They claimed he was a Brat,
and he earned his nick name. 
Well, he bent a few rules,
then the League said Ix-Nay.
Shrewd Eddie Stanky,
was a student of the game.

Shrewd Eddie Stankey,
saw the game his own

Army Brat

Son of a soldier lost his friendship ties
From thousands of miles for crunchy fries

Gun toys replaced the ones that he had lost
Talking twister of blended foreign frost

In the arms of almighty God
His dad combated the last blood

Son of a soldier connoted a coyote
Colloquated heroes poetic lyrics note

White flagged exorbitant West wild
Son of a soldier thought

I, Too, Sing America, and Did So In My Diapers

I, Too, Sing America (and did so in my diapers!)
by Michael R. Burch

I, too, served my country,
first as a tyke, then as a toddler, later as a rambunctious boy,
growing up on military bases around the world,
making friends only to leave them, 
saluting the flag through veils of tears,
time and time again ...

In defense of my

Suicide

-SUICIDE-

Deep banality circles my heart drum
Rotten stem hosting termites march
Vaccum only tears could fill
Am lost in my destiny

Caged in chains of depression
Yet my mind skips , running riot
Flipping boundaries and lanes
For the love of dear

Here tears picks it path
Along my hilly face
Playing down my heated chest
Poverty strikes it stroke
Despair takes it toll

Here the rope swings
Intestines

We the Army Brat

We the army Brat
Two year here ,
 three years there,
 We the army kids have to go everywhere. 

We always have to leave & 
make new friend ,
But that make us stronger 
In the end .
Our life is different 
& Difficult too,
But  we are scolded
For  playing  with  swiss knife. 


We the

Brat For Supper

Johnny Brat figures out quickly

How to get the best results

When tossing animals in the air

You grab the tail while spinning it

Just ask kitty.  He knows well.


Finding the proper trajectory is crucial for missiles

Creating a vortex of momentum is important as well

An unpleasant experience is guaranteed upon release

The family cat is about to find out

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