Poemranker [Poem: Brats] [by D. $ Fontera] Thu Mar 19 03:12:32 PDT 2026

He, brat Sleep so sound Living on the softer ground She, brat Look so keen Living in a toy machine You, brat Mind so bright Living one more day to fight We, brats Speak so proud Living lost within the crowd

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Up the ladder: On the Discovery of Cyclone #11 and a Card-Playing Bear .

Down the ladder: Latitudes I'll Not, or Falter

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.1666665
Weighted score: 5.313765
Overall Rank: 3568

Posted: July 25, 2004 11:55 PM PDT; Last modified: August 3, 2004 9:52 PM PDT
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[8] Shuushin @ 147.154.235.52 | 27-Jul-04/11:00 AM | Reply

pretty catchy, really. I think the last stanza brings it down a notch though. What else might go there?

a fun piece.

[9] Dan garcia-Black @ 64.160.147.161 | 27-Jul-04/7:42 PM | Reply

I know it would be a major grammar gaff but I hear it as "He brat, She brat, You brat, Me brat." Even so, it's endearing.

[9] Dan garcia-Black @ 66.159.205.15 | 4-Aug-04/7:55 AM | Reply

Nice re-write.

[8] Dovina @ 17.255.240.138 | 4-Aug-04/5:34 PM | Reply

We're all brats, aren't we?

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