Bill Lindsay Poet Quatrain

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?”

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Demetrios Trifiatis August 31, 2015 at 7:03 AM I used to be a Marathon runner, i.e. 42.195 meters in 2h:38' but each time I had to babysit for my nieces and daughter, I would rather run a Marathon than do it! A very delightful poem, my brother, it brought a smile and lots of agonizing memories, back from Montreal, Canada.

Jadazzle United August 30, 2015 at 2:35 PM lol I used to babysit whenIi was a youngster - I had the most horrendous experience one night I landed with 2 extra kids who had NEVER been left with a babysitter before and they couldn't speak English it was traumatic for all of us:-( hugs jan xx