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Once Evil Brats Always Evil Brats


How can anyone believe them?

The falsehoods of  corrupt rodents now have credibility!

I was minding my own business when they broke into my house.

Where had been I when this damnation occurred?

Well, I was in my bedchamber asleep and I wake up to a nightmare!

 

Everything under the sun had been destroyed!

My magnificent granny’s teapot was in ruins and that is when I got troubled.

Quickly I run back to my room and get my broom.

I know what you think and no I was not going to sweep the ruins away.

I was going to dispense the intruders a beating of their life!

 

I tip-toe to the kitchen since that where I heard earsplitting sound.

And the sight I behold evokes giggles from me but then I remember the teapot.

Instead of two menacing bears, I see two little brats in my kitchen.

I exclaimed causing the little girl brat fall and the little boy brat almost scorch himself.

I pull and drag them to my unrecognizable couch.

 

The contaminate gazes I received from the little girl brat was very melodramatic.

I almost laughed until I remembered my granny’s teapot.

Boiling with anger I start to attack them with my broom.

Would you trust me if I vocalized they just laughed!

They laughed as if I was tickling them to extinction.

 

Quitting to catch my breath, I turn around and call the police.

While we waited on the police they began to smirk.

When the police finally made it to my place the most unthinkable came to pass!

I was arrested and the brats were let go with a warning.

Apparently, I was the one who destroyed my own house, bulldoze the girl down, and burn the boy.

 

Those fools trusted the brats even when I stated the to the police that this is my home.

I was confused and outraged all in one.

How could they believe those innocent snakes!

I am the victim not them.

After my life sentence, I will come after those little brats.

 

Watch out Hansel and Gretel because I am coming for you both.

 

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