My Brat

A short poem for my Girlfriend that can be a brat and she knows it

Behold, a tale of Martha's plight, A brat, her actions ever so slight. With a pout and a frown, she rules the day,
Demanding her way, come what may.
Her whims and whines, a constant refrain, Driving her family to the brink of insane.
Yet, beneath the surface, a spark we see, A hint of mischief, a touch of glee.
For in her bratty ways, a humor lies, A comedic relief that can't be denied.
So, let us embrace this quirky child, And bask in the laughter, her antics so wild.