Daemon Sitter
Sitter of the wee,
titan tamer of babies...
let them scream, cry, and drool
I cannot be uncool-ed.
Tick-tock the hours by and by,
as terror this child may try...
armed with diapers and wipes
we learn potty 101.
Pee in the tub,
poo he smears and rubs...
on the floor; in the trash,
count to 10 think of the cash.
Give me, I want, now, no,
how they demand so...
tantrum if I do not comply
deep breaths I shall not cry!
Flinging pea's, splashing potatoe's,
like a mashed tornado...
almost time to go to bed
at least that's what the mother said.
Sweet silent relief,
rest so very brief...
oh the daemon wails
away I go to re-sing him tales.
Jingle jangle of keys,
I jump and prance with glee...
parents return finally
away quickly I flee.
Never again shall I brag,
of taming the wee devil...
as I shrink back in vain
when I hear his wee baby name.
3/4/14
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