Quotes about prat
I think Robbie Williams is an utter and complete prat. His last record was a pile of rubbish.
quote by Pete Waterman
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The American public highly overrates its sense of humor. We're great belly laughers and prat fallers, but we never really did have a real sense of humor. Not satire anyway. … When we realize finally that we aren't God's given children, we'll understand satire. Humor is really laughing off a hurt, grinning at misery.
quote by Bill Mauldin
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Dont hate me now that Im gone
Now that I've choosen suicide
Now i've choose the final end.
Will you hate me?
For what I have done.
Will you think of me as
A prat or stupid?
Now imdead you
Will hate me.
You will think of
In a different mannor.
You will hate me
You must hate
My mannor of leaving.
You nust hate the way
I uped stocks
And left everyhing behind.
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poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Mirror of the conceited
Mirror, mirror on the wall
who's the ugliest of them all?
the geek in the glasses,
the girl who is shunned in the hall,
the cutter with razors in her hand each night,
the one who looks like a muffin,
or the one with the bra that's had some stuffing?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
who's the ugliest of them all?
what do you mean the one in front of you, the girl with
the too tight shirt and
conceited attitude.
What do you mean the prejudice prat?
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
I am the ugliest of them all.
poem by Courtney Bellush
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Aerial Thoughts
My jet is zooming fast;
Except skyscrapers, high ramparts
Mountain ranges and tall trees
I see nothing at all
I smiled at the pretty French girl
Sitting on the other side of the aisle
I started a chat with Mr.Prat
On US politics and modern art;
About how a tycoon
Died in intoxication
And how a stripping actress
Died of AIDS
Good God!
I don’t see my India from here
And my people dying
Everyday with starvation
I am snug and enjoying
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poem by Sathya Narayana
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Bedroom Karoake
Pink Champagne & I
love your hair...eh?
With a hairbrush
I sing
(prancing like a prat)
doing Rosemary Clooney
doing her thing.
Come on a my house... my house a come on
Come on a my house...my house a come on
Come on a my house...to my house
I’m gonna give ya candy!
You in stitches
having never seen a naked man sing
an old 1950’s song
from his childhood.
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poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Remembering An Account Executive
He had a back office in his older brother’s
advertising agency and understood the human asshole.
He turned his father’s small inheritance over and over
on hemorrhoid ads between three-hour lunches
at the Plaza every day and cocktails at five-thirty
with different dressy women waiting in our front office.
We joked that he fucked them up the ass to make more customers
and were nauseated by him because he picked his ears
with the lead end of his lead pencil as he argued and argued
hemorrhoid copy with us on nauseating Mad. Ave. mornings.
Why argue? It must have been for executive power-feelings
because the copy never changed. Every week, the poor
bleeding assholes bought the shit. When my mind
began to get fucked and go as black as his inner ears
I quit as broke as I began, remembering his prophecy:
that the last working television set in the world
would be showing a hemorrhoid ad for ANUSALL
at Armageddon, that it would have been written
by him, that he would be watching it at 6:00 P.M.
in the bomb-cellar lounge of the Park Plaza Hotel
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poem by Alan Dugan
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The Beautiful Game
A ball hit into empty stands in a game of cricket,
A game so bland won’t have me buying a ticket,
As a kid I saw my first footy game at Stamford Bridge,
Gullit was a magician with the ball he’d flick and trick it,
Knew there and then that id be picking it,
As my favourite sport played on this earth,
Picked up a football never stopped kicking it,
First touch chesting it, cross comes in always headering it,
The beautiful game has a magic that keeps you remembering it,
Mini football games like ‘66’ boost skills and tricks
For schoolboys bunking school claiming there sick
The dick in black blowing his whistle for a diving prat,
Blokes in pubs screaming “what was that? ! ? ! ”
Sad to see the beautiful game run by money men and bankers,
Warms my heart though to still hear the crowd go
“The referees a wanker! The referees a wanker! ”
Im forever blowing bubbles walking in a winter wonderland,
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poem by Kaspa Richards
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Rowing Your Way
He sat under a palm tree
serenading his lady fair
when a coconut dropped on his head
and he sat with a blank stare there.
She whispered sweet words of nothing,
but he couldn’t hear a thing
only somewhere in the distance
he head a cuckoo sing.
She garland him with pansies
and he looked a proper prat,
then a big bird came along
and deposited something on his hat
and as it run down on his chin
he thought his lady fair
had given a gooey kiss to him.
Then he opened up his eyes
and much to his surprise
he found himself in a cooking pot
and his lady fair was cooking him.
The vegetables floated on the water,
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poem by David Harris
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Betty's Date.
Betty sips her drink and crosses
her legs and wonders if Chowbrew
will ever come as he said he would
and as she has been waiting for
over an hour she thinks he's not
coming, thinks he's gone off with
another. She sighs. All that time getting
ready, putting on the new dress,
making sure she'd put on fresh
underwear, showered, washed
her hair, filed her nails and still
he hasn't come. Betty, her mother
used to say, men are like buses,
if one doesn't turn up another'll soon
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poem by Terry Collett
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