Bratty Poems | Examples

Bucko The Cat

Bucko The Cat

Cat!
Fatty Bratty
Haunting Sleeping Darting
Claws Whiskers Wasted Rats
Stinking Running Stalking
Putrid Vacate
Scat!

-Gray Squirrel

05-25-2025

The Sad State of the Union, November 2024

The country's in a mess today,
And things are getting worse, not better.
Our leadership has lost its grip
And has given common sense the slip,
When the White House will again have as resident
An egocentric president
Who makes his lack of judgment evident
By spending too little time
Addressing healthcare and crime
And spending far too much time
Being bratty on Twitter.

Author's note: There are three subjects I don't usually like to discuss or write about...sex, religion, and politics...but sometimes you just gotta say something.

Slang Men’s Names in Footles- Part 6

He’s always So Behind

Hasten,
Mason

Heavenly Guy

Sky glow
Milo

A Great Guy

Maxwell
acts swell

Sure Not Dickie Nixon

Tricky
Micky

Spoiled Guy

Bratty
Mattie

Why We Follow

Moses
Shows us

Such a Cheerful Fellow

Jaunty
Monty

Hope he Doesn’t want Kids

Sterile
Merrill

The Stoic

Spartan
Martin

He Keeps Them in the Family

Newel’s
Jewels

The King’s Favorite

Jester
Nestor

He’s Just so Tall

Shorten
Norton

Almost got Left off the Ark

Noah’s
Boas

I Have . . .

Faith in
Nathan

The Shrewd One

Heady
Neddy

The guy in Charge

Foreman
Norman

Never Sits Still

Goin’
Owen

Stuck at Home

Snowed in
Odin

A Nobody

Zero
Nero

Put Him on a Diet

Fatty
Paddy

Give Him a Shave Please

Hairy
Parry

Never Finished Med School

Nursie
Percy

Kind of a Loafer

Restin’
Preson

Mr. Popular

Tweeter
Peter

His Magic

Patrick’s
Hat Tricks

Worm Man

Wriggly
Quiggly

Cindi

Cindi! Cindi!
Wipe your tears, Cindi!
You’ve been given no rights.
Somewhere life made a wrong turn.
Your heart is made of glass.
Your reputation shattered,
when dear, old daddy, departed.

She wasn’t a princely wife.
She brought her bratty baggage,
tolerated your twinkle-eyes and laugh.

Attic locked up tight,
every squeaking mouse in sight -
they start to look tasty
when your tummy is empty.

The click when it is still dark,
she flies into the room,
throws you a broom,
and down to the cinders you go…
when it is still dark.
You’re afraid of the dark.

The herald invited everyone
except you.
You were locked in the closet
with the broom.
If you made a sound
you would be doomed.

Cindi! Cindi! Wipe your tears.
I’m here to make wishes come true.
Those tasty mice will drive you.
The pumpkin will transport you.
I know you think I’ve lost my mind.

Your shattered heart will bind together,
become shoes of glass - don’t lose them,
don’t give away your heart.

Cindi, choose from off the rack.
Each stunning gown is your size,
just choose the style, length and color -
you’re about to have a ball!
Trust your fairy godmother!

Good For Nothing

A bratty six-year-old down in Carlsbad
makes his poor, haggard mother so mad!
He'll be good for a buck
but his mom shouts: Good luck!
Just be good for nothing like your dad!

Written 5/12/22

Beggar

Beggar, beggar
brazen beggar
Bluntly begging
for a buddy
Ain't that silly? 
Most ludicrous!
Beggar, beggar
bratty beggar
blatantly blathering
about her blunders
Ain't that shameful?
Most insensate!
Beggar, beggar
bouncy beggar
bragging boldly
about her bounty
Ain't that funny?
Most hilarious!
Beggar, beggar
blithe beggar
boastfully blagging
about her prattle
Ain't that stunning?
Most astounding!
Beggar, beggar
bumbling beggar
bemusedly begging
for heartbreak
Ain't that woeful?
Most ruthful!
Beggar, beggar
my dear beggar
please stop beseeching
the improbable
Why should you implore
the impossible
Just be be brave
and go bimble
far away 
from the shambles
But remember:
don't let you heart
beg your mind
for an answer
for my dear beggar
that's unworkable

Sister

SISTER

To be blessed with having sisters
Is a very special thing
You get to share in all the joys
That a loving family brings


We loved and laughed together
As sisters often do
And even when we argued
I was always there for you


But being my younger sister
You had some bratty ways
And you got away with murder
Under mothers watchful gaze


and as we both grew older
We forged our separate paths
I still look back with fondness
To the days we had some laughs


But no matter where life takes us
Be it near or far apart
You will always be my sister
And forever within my heart

Nature's Sight-

If I were a tree, I'd stand tall and strong;
With raised hands and arms;
and waving leaves;
Liken a man with branches and limbs
Raised high to praise our Lord, Our God

If I were a flower I'd kiss the butterfly and bees;
While beneath me walk the human kind;
I'd kiss the flowers come in and out and pollinate me
Buzzing around sucking and soaring
Jaunty, flirting fluttering wee!

If I were a seagull like an angel I'll flout/fly above the surface world flapping my wings violently
As a seagull I'd be chatty, so bratty
Letting my voice be heard
Make rain sounds with my feet gather bread crumbs to attract the fish


And also gather worms hidden underground
While still tapping my feet on these ole grounds
Stomping, tapping, tapping, juz gitting down!




8/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Bratty Brat

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.

Pickled Guilt

Leaving work for home, my job stress still fizzled.
The long drive included bratty rain drizzle
and windshield blades needing my constant fiddle.
My stress spittled as rush hour drizzle-tripled.
Some driver's fingers waved from their hand’s middle
but I thought how my nights were far from simple
with dinner and other children committals.
I must stop and tend the food list I’d scribbled
so I gave my gearshift some tension wiggles. 
Once at grocer’s I saw my food list whittled,
placed bags in car without a single wrinkle,
then backed out of parking space like a missile …

… so … my stressed ear’s received a crash transmittal
while in rear mirror my eye’s saw boots wiggle,
noted they were stilettos so not nimble 
yet back and forth they wriggled on legs riddled
before boots, wrinkles and white hair sunk crippled.
Without quibble I gave cops a phone jiggle,
ran to my victim and knelt by her middle.
Her eyes were open but she seemed struck simple
so I sympathized and smiled with full dimples
while thinking this could become civil dribble 
ending in a court where lawyers would quibble.
Yes, stress had pressed me inside guilty’s pickle.

Paradoxically Though

Though absolutely insured because of family’s opulence
We can’t verily buy a bed guaranteed to give peace-prevalence.

Though our financial records show investment’s gain
Our health so stressed complains of physical pain.

Though we press toward heights of being prosperous
We may retrogress due to financial qualms, grievously torturous.

While boastful of grand wealth abundance
Our bratty heirs are shameful in their lack of stewardship-guidance.

Though testifying about being instilled with values of contentment
We discredit ourselves by our dissatisfaction’s predicament.
 
Though we struggle to hide our envy through thanksgiving gesture
Our hypocrisy reveals the truth we dismiss in the name of human nature.

Though our hearts condemn* us after being convicted with guilt’s admission
God forgives, and with His compassion, acknowledges our humble confession.

*1John 3:20 For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.

January 29, 2020
2nd place, "POLARITIES AND PARADOXES" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 2/6/2020.

Suddenly Swans

Suddenly Swans

ZITS….that plague
eradicated
soft stubbly itch
faint beard
announcing itself.

They were…..once
my sister’s
pig-tailed, bratty friends
now gliding past
in nuanced elegance
			…..suddenly swans


©4/5/2019

Suddenly Swans Poetry Contest
Maureen McGreavy - sponsor

Siblings

We're only three and goofy.
So our bearer gets angry every single day.
We've crossed the line at times. 
Yet we know we have shoulders to cry.

We're only three and noisy.
So our home can't be silenced every single day.
We've left home to make a fortune and to be attuned.
Yet our bearer is waiting to welcome us back home.

We're only three and silly.
So our memories lingered in any way.
We've manage to dwell our different personalities. 
So our love will remain the same.

And I'm the only girl and bratty. 
So my dramas seemed so absurd to you in any way.
But I know counting on you two is easy.
That makes me certain to have the best friendsibs forever.

All I Wanted

For years I have always cried myself to sleep,
But that started after those bullies' words
Began to creep into my mind,
My optimism and happiness had become blind.
Making me think that I was always alone.
I seen how I was bratty and seemed to be happy,
But inside, my inner sadness resides.

The tears that I cried were 
All about me wanting or needing
Someone to be by my side.
Every night I wished for a less lonelier life.
Nobody could come over or sleep over sometimes
And I would be doing nothing
Except for thinking about my life's meaning.

A close friend was all I've been asking for:
Someone who would talk to me everyday,
Even when the sky's grey.
Someone who would listen to me carefully
And comfort me later on in the day.
All I wanted was a true friend.

Coal-Filled Boots of Santa Claus

O, this year Santa Claus was so naughty.
He was rude and selfish, crude and haughty.
So when he came down the chimney on Eve,
I snuck coal in his boot while climbing down. 
I tucked it gently in his black laces sleeve. 
because selfishness is my biggest pet peeve, 
and when Santa is naughty all the children frown.

He felt the heat and jumped up and to and fro.
Knocked over the tree, stepped on my dog Bo.
The lights strung with care fell to the floor, 
I was more mad than ever; for he was disturbing.
I saw no toys in his pouch…"Santa is poor!"
I exclaimed so loud the neighbors wanted more.
The fact he was toyless was so unnerving!

So you see ‘lil children the moral of the tale
is that even Santa can be sassy and can fail.
This man you revere is not as kind as can be, 
he is just as bratty and naughty as you and me.
So next time he comes down that brick chimney-
remember…put hot coal in his boot, it’s so easy!


I chose: COAL-FILLED BOOTS OF SANTA CLAUS

Kim Rodrigues
November 26, 2018

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