Babysit Poems | Examples

Scene, While Away, 2

Background B.B King it

You'll get home alone

A Quartering as Jazz
As quart and liter
As meter and mile 
Footage and reconcile

Irish Quartermasters Gaurd

Kevin J. O'Meadhra

Trace as feather
Low of ash
Bury of quill
Fide et amore

Nightingales Ergo
Send in rot
Further, borrow
Scottish wreathing
Entangled Britain
Relent



They of leave
Twined as lecture
Recital of yellow
Beckon brown
Revile of green
Tustled hearth


Baby babysit looks like
It's gonna hail
Jump and jive

As sent to the SAG

In tawdry spent
The war is lent

The establishment of thy own 
A hate filled thrown
As crimes as thine
Tinkle and toast

In a entire
Only as pure
The picture as haunt
Plagiarism 
Stores front
Sufferer as complaint
In stilled poverty 
I law

Joan had little art
Lythed command
Hinde weeps rather as waltz
Herculean task
Wardrobe mantle black

Opening Suggestion of Betrothed

More Than A Soft Toy

with AI chat toys
my children sparkle with glee
engaging with droids—
their toys become soulful friends
for exploring the future

With voice-box removed
the alien falls silent,
just fabric and fluff—
they are just soft toys again
enjoying laugh cuddle games

mute toys tell the truth
imagination rekindles
in talking one-way
in imaginary chat
not in scripted fake chatter

would you place your trust—
in this beast in sheep's clothing
to mind and amuse,
to babysit with your child
with lessons from aliens

CHOICES

We make our own choices
In life and no one's perfect
But when you decide to have kids
It's your responsibility not
The grandparents, the children now
Have excessive energy, don't listen
Throws tantrums, and have no
Discipline at all, because they're
Not taught, if you the parent
Can't control them what expect
From the grandparents, then you
want them to babysit Monday through
Friday, plus weekends so you can
Have a date night or go out
Grandparents have a life to and 
Want to live their life too
They're not just here to
BABYSIT!

The Curious Coif

Enigmatically stubborn to style, the coif
Some days it can be easily pulled off
Other days it requires an exorcism
Like Zoolander it can look like ‘Magnum’

Hides my receding hairline like a charm
Sophistication to my head’s yardarm
Its antidote is a very windy day
Requiring heavy doses of hairspray

When it works my lady wants to stroke it
I recoil in fear, making her remit
For a single finger can ruin it
It’s a fickle angel to babysit

he was puffed up and persnickety

He was puffed up, persnickety, proud beyond most female’s belief.
Loving his rainbow colors, showing himself off to his wife’s sheer grief.
She was a plain brown peahen, who did not show off or boast.
She had to laugh a little when his fellow peacocks decided to roast.

Making fun of him, a tiny bit, for he was too puffed up for them.
She kept it to herself, but was glad he got a little chuck on his chin.
He needed to come down off his high horse just a bit.
So he would babysit the brood, and not have a royal fit.

In Spring

In Spring

In spring water troughs 
fart all the 
musical notes, butterflies go to 
Collage school, four-leaf clovers babysit 
bulldogs, placemats collect bits of 
string to 
make balls, lichen await letters from 
royalty all over 
the world, sticks go for 
runs, not to 
lose weight, but just for 
fun.

My Cousin Jer has a Story to Share

My cousin Jer had a story to share
Said first, let me sit in my favorite chair
He combed his almost non-existent hair
On his bald head I saw a shiny glare

I sat down with my chocolate éclair
And handed Jer a pastry – claw of bear
This is the best I ever had, I swear
I love you cousin, you show you care!

Babysit Saturday and we’ll be square
We heard giggling upon the stair
It was my twins, a rambunctious pair
I’ll babysit, he said with male cousin flair

Happy glee promenaded into the air
What shall I wear? What shall I wear?
Are you sure you can? Are you sure you dare?
How hard can two five-year-olds be? Asked cousin Jer.

Fairy Granny's Fantasy

Tired Fairy Granny did sit
Upon the sunflower's brown seed.
As dragonfly round her did orbit,
Then from her small hand did feed.

As darkness overtook the sky,
Fairy Gran needs to babysit.
She will have to be rested to fly,
And get there lickety-split.

Blush of the Blossoms

I cherished time walking through Cherry Blossoms,
And when it is to turn pink, it’s mind-blowing.
It’s like a pink rug situated on both sides in Kyoto,
Experiencing the Promised Land while having Cotto.
 
I love observing the farmland plowing,
The fields appreciate him by bowing.
 
I am dismayed at the strangers who see me trespass,
Imagine them complaining so fast to the gran who owes the meadow.
Envisioning her catching me while I'm passing through her swath,
She solicits me if I'm trying to display this as my path.
 
Visualizing my agitation after I get busted,
Then the old wrinkled gran will make me entrusted.
For sure assign me to babysit the offspring,
I’ve to make him feel like a king,
Oh God! I cannot envisage it!

His words

I was going on a blind date, hoping it would be fate. I heard him before I saw him,I wasn’t sure what it was he said but it meant a lot to me.
Just to hear his voice made him seem so hot to me. Dark manly voice and well spoken, surely my heart would not end up broken?
He was suddenly right in front of the restarant table, surely he would be able to give me something ore than just his voice to go on pretty soon. Maby we would end up in a distant future in our honey moon. He startet to speak again and then I did not recognice his voice!
It must have been some other person in the resturant that made me fell in love with only ther voice? Well, the date went grate, must have beenfate. We soon married and had a child.
My husband had a friend come over one day we were going out to eat. That's when I felt defeat, I suddenly heard that voice again!
It was my husands best friend who came to babysit for us. Ohhh, the irony that he still gave me shaking in my knees and butterflies in my belly. Oh god, I wish I had not turned aroud to see that his best friend was just a dark voiced woman! That was the weirdest thing ever, I asure I did not feel rather clever...

I Need You to B Babysit Kyle

Dragon is stopped by a creature with a child.
He has a bad temper, has never been mild.
I am a monster he tells her, wild, wild, wild.

Creature with the child gives him a smile.
I need you to babysit Kyle for a little while.
Watch the young one? He coughs up bile.

You can do it! She says, patting him on the snout.
He does not know whether to cry, whine, throw a dragon fit or pout.
But babysits the creature, and finds out….
He likes this little one
Because he brings all kinds of fun.

You have to Be Careful with Magic

You have to be careful with magic her mother told Mixy Mix.
How careful could she be? She was a child, two days past six.
Mixy was enthusiastic about her fabulific magic spells for sure.
They were notorious for doing something new, never completely pure.

Yesterday she conjured a dragon, today it was a three-headed moose.
When her wand comes out her mother shouts “Watch out Mixy is loose!”
Tomorrow I shall bring forth a unicorn with pink and purple hair she said.
Unicorn in her imagination realm snorted, and tossed his ribbon head.

Where is Daddy? Mommy asked her, two seconds after supper was over.
Mixy's little potion had transmogrified him. He now barks like Rover.
Told you to be careful, her mother reminded her, staring at her guilty face.
Mixy kept her thoughts to herself, praying she might have some grace.

Mixy’s brother has been gone for a fortnight and a half at least.
The great part about this is, he made a dandy terrifying beast.
Turn me into a dragon, grandma dared Mixy, when she came to babysit.
So Mixy did, but could not change her back, so her parents threw a fit.

Moose Will Babysit Quackers

Take your young quackers to Canadian blue pond.
You will see a large moose just west of a swan.
He is the best babysitter the woods has ever seen.
He will keep your quackers safe, and he never is mean.

We asked the Moose what he would charge us to babysit.
A bunch of our downy offspring, a dozen plus another bit.
The moose asked us if a dollar would be too much
We laughed all the way back to our duck blind hutch.

A dollar is all he wants! What? We were amazed at this.
A snake said “he’s not that great,” and he did it with a hiss.
Don’t listen to Slithers, a large toad said in a croaking way.
Slithers got so angry, he gobbled up the toad that very day.

Children

As I jump up
And twirl me self a round.
It always nice 
To hear the laugher from
Children it a wonderful sound.
As I run through the grass
Chasing a child I babysat,
Watching the wind blow
Through her hair.
It seem in life I don't have
A worry or care.
As I walk across  my 
Kitchen floor.
Giving lunch for the children
I take care of.
While wiping jelly off there face.
Or maybe a milk mustache 
Off there face i must erase.
As I sit and read a book
To a child on my lap,
Just before they take
There nap.
It our quiet time,
Reading helps us all
Unwind.
As I open up my front door,
Mommy here,
The children always hears
Those words loud and clear.
As I wave good bye
I think about God
And ask why.
Was this child brought to me.
To babysit you see.
The answer I always hear?
It always for the child or family.
It not just money for me.
Later as I read my bible
Just after I climb
Into bed.
I say thank you lord
For this day.
And for all the children
In my life you bring
My way.
I hope I helped 
As they laughed
and played..

Tiny Hands In Shiny Strands

In tiny hands, a glowing screen
A world of knowledge, or so it seems
But with each swipe, a deeper hole
And a growing disconnect, we can't control

Kids so young, with heads bowed low
Trapped in a world that we don't know
The light of life, so dimly lit
As screens become the new babysit

The lure of games, the children fall
An addiction that can take it all
Their minds consumed, their focus lost
As time passes by, at a staggering cost

The world is real, and so much more
Than screens and pixels, we can't ignore
The future waits, with open arms
But are we raising children with self-harm?

So let's unplug, and take a stand
To guide our children, with gentle hands
And lead them towards a brighter light
With love and learning, and a future bright.

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