• April 19, 2008
A Little Poetry...

Babysitting Night
(An original poem by yours truly)

I walked down the street
To a house on the corner
It wasn't too cold,
But I wished it were wamer.

My job was to sit
With a sweet little baby
I'd feed her, change her,
Play with her maybe.

Her parents left me there,
All squared away,
She in her high chair,
Eating food off her tray.

There I was, thinking,
"My how she's grown!"
Then I heard a noise,
And remembered I wasn't alone.

It was me, and the baby,
(Who's more chubby than fat)
A balding old man,
And a black and white cat.

Pop-Pop is a nice old man,
He likes John Wayne,
And ESPN,
He shuffles along, but uses no cane.

Faith went to bed,
With her blankie and binky
I patted her head,
Thankful her diaper hadn't been stinky.

I read in the quiet,
Just me and my book,
By the light of a lamp,
On a chair, in a nook.

The kitty came up,
And sat next to me,
Begging to be pet,
Then purring happily.

Her parents got back,
We talked for a while,
They paid me for the work,
And I left with a smile.

I go back next week
For rounds two and three,
It should be fun,
It always will be,

When it's me, and the baby
(Who's more chubby than fat)
A balding old man,
And a black and white cat.

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• October 17, 2008
hey

Posted by camdoodle12

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