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
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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
my dog is such a spoiled brat
he lays around and expects a pat
then eats and eats and gets fat
Pity my part
Oh, little brat
I love your heart.
Like stubborn fat
Grieve on unrequited love
Wake up, childish brat.
Bay sharam insan,,
Bay gerat Pathan..
Note.qatil supari...
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 way.
The Brat played to win,
and win every play.
The Man was all in,
and Baseball his game.
Shrewd Eddie Stankey,
The Brat was his name.
For L.L.
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 he was a child
Born by origin and modern nomadic loffe
Son of a soldier sailed the word of Santa Fe
-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 hosting worm songs
My pulse put to sword
Can't hold my hiatus
For the Lord's call
On returns of empty baskets
A nagging Eve loiting rooms
veins cry in starved flesh
Brat murmur on idle plate
Forced to rethink my existence
crippled in the face ,
faith in future yearnings
Are fictions in nightmares
It time to take my lungs to rest
save my bitter breathe
as I turn the clocks earlier
to rest beside my forefathers
-SUICIDE-
@AHMEED ABDULJALAL.A.
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 army Brat
Sometime have long night party,
Cause we dance on every song.
We used to be formal in official parties.
But out of sight ,
we are not normal.
We can adjust anywhere ,
Even if we are in ozone layer.
Studying away from one parent ,
Makes us sad.
But when they are there ,
We don't feel so bad .
Cause two year here &
Three years there,
We the army kid have to go everywhere.
We - the army Brat !!!
under threat of arrest
we've spared the rod and created
entitled- riotous brats
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.
She was definitely a strange girl,
Many odd and weird things I have heard;
She dreamt of riches,
Silk robes,
Rich husband,
Deepest bag of diamonds,
High-priced banquets,
Treated like a princess.
From the church the bells tolled,
Her wedding was due,
Hip hip hurrah,
I met the spoilt bride,
She held her breath,
Balanced with fears,
Her man arrived in time,
She was only eighteen,
He was nineteen, fifty years ago,
Married three times,
Widowed three times.
Beside her he knelt with difficulty,
She looked at his wrinkled face,
His cotton white hair,
His hands shaken,
But he was made of money….
Who cares….
Her eyes blinked,
Who cares…
Ill-fated is this married life,
Ominous prediction for this wife;
Still he was rich,
She was a,
Birds of a feather,
Spurious and preposterous,
For she’s eighteen,
He’s sixty-nine….
Wondering if he manages this sexual position!
Next to the definition of “brat” in the dictionary
Is a picture of son Scottie dressed like a fairy
Gonna show him what I wrote
Probably hide my toy boat
Or might even put a squiggly thing in my sherry
A Military Brat
Before have not been in mortal combat,
And yet still I once was a military brat;
To Mom's dismay,
Did enlist one day;
Wore an Air Force uniform with their hat.
Jim Horn
My dad was killed in an aircraft accident on
the Aircraft Carrier Intrepid CVN-11 now in
the New York harbor.
Veterans Day is coming soon.
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