Short Brat Poems
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On those hot summer's afternoons around five,
there's nothing that soothes like a rich ice cream;
sweaty kids can't wait for Mr. Softee to arrive
and they run while their hysterical moms scream!
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
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
‘Princess’
in mess
Flicks hair -
Beware
Bad mood
Is rude
She whines
At times
She pouts
And shouts
Mummy …
DUMMY!!!!!!!!!!
Stamps feet
Retreat!
Can clout –
Watch out!
Prissy
Missy
Spoilt brat –
Hate that!
5th June 2015
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.
All of him is exacerbating,
Feelings, lies and pain.
All by him is exaggerated,
frustration or a strain.
Fussy and particular,
Nothing ever good enough.
Weak, lazy and exhausted,
Everything just too tough.
Vein, and big-headed,
Enamoured with himself for sure,
On top of all he got,
He always wanted more!
~Written in 2002 when I was thirteen.~
Form:
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)
I have a certain cat,
Who's such a spoiled brat
Tippy is his name,
And eating is his game
He whines early each day,
As in my bed asleep I lay
His loud purring in my ear,
Is all that I can ever hear
He's always wanting more,
Of his dinner for me to pour,
In to his silver food dish,
So he can eat it with great relish
Next, he wants to chase his ball,
To and fro down my hall
Then finally, he likes to take a nap,
While being curled up in my lap
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.
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