Fat cat
just a brat
wears his hat
like that's that.
Small walk
big talk
thinks he's a lock,
all a crock.
Nose in air
arrogance there
looking down
what a clown.
Wants his way,
has his say;
just a brat
Fat cat.
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Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)
PoetryFIRST PLACE COFFEE AFTER DARK WRITING CONTEST - JULY 2020 This collection has no particular category or message. They are errant thoughts and observations on various subjects. If interested, I hope you find some you enjoy.
