Babysitting 101
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?
Copyright © Bill Lindsay | Year Posted 2015
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