Babysitter's Dilemma

I travelled to my daughters home to babysit the kids I’d not been there ten minutes when my mind was on the skids and not because I couldn’t cope I’m qualified, I think But I couldn’t work their microwave To warm the baby’s drink I thought to use the kettle As a secondary ploy But no instructions were to hand For this confusing toy A pan then as a last resort Would be my saving grace But couldn’t turn the oven on To save my blushing face Plan B then, turn the telly on The cartoons never fail But five remotes soon had me beat ‘twas now my turn to wail the garden and a trampoline would now my saviour be but now faced with a locked back door I couldn’t find the key Distraught, I looked for games to play I would succeed, I would And then 6 words which saved my life “I’m back, have they been good?”