Best Baby Sitter Poems
Nobody knows what goes on behind this hotel door
‘Mr Smith’ isn’t with his wife of that I’m pretty sure!
He’s with his mistress Sue, they are having an affair
But he is a cheating love rat and he doesn’t really care
A barrage of fists is flying at number twenty-two
Sally covers her bruises, what else can she do
Her man is a bully and hits where nobody can see
She’s got no one to turn too otherwise she would flee
Harry is all alone since his dear wife has died
He’s desperately lonely but filled with such pride
His family only live on the other side of the city
But are so busy with their lives, isn’t that a pity
Post builds up in his letter box, there’s milk left at his door
Neighbours think they’ve seen him but they aren’t really sure
The police arrive; break down his door and Harry’s lying dead
He’d fallen down the stairs; dried blood lay round his head
Peter is an alcoholic and he suffers from depression
He has bouts of violence, he’s known for his aggression
Since his wife walked out on him he’s attempted suicide
His life has gone downhill since he lost his lovely bride
Little Sally wants to hide when she sees Phil the baby sitter
He makes her do ‘things’ with him, if she won’t he says he’ll hit her
She’s subjected to sexual abuse that no child should endure
But her parent’s are oblivious when they walk out that door
Nobody really knows what goes on behind closed doors
I wonder would you divulge what happens behind yours?
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Categories:
baby sitter, abuse, bullying, house, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme
Flickered fingers;
Can't dial ringers;
Telephone calls;
Babies cry and crawls;
what do you do?
what do you do?
When their diapers fall?...
6/8/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
Categories:
baby sitter, adventure, anxiety, caregiving, engagement,
Form:
Rhyme
A new life it seems
Has come my way
In the mountains
And plains of Wy-o-ming
I look out of my window
And Antelope play
Go out to the kids place
Where the buffalo stay
The rain has been plenty
And the winds not still
If you call blowing
A 500 lb ol’ lady down a hill
I exaggerated a bit
But how would you know
You ain’t ever seed me
So I’ll just let it go.
From a big house
With no spare room
I now live in a trailer
Just a little bit closer to all of my treasures
I’m trying to fit in and believe me
I say it with a grin
I’ll just give you an example
My friends
At the Arena Football Game the other night
My son-in-law got bored
He took out his great big knife
While I watched them make a next score
Next thing I knew folks
Folks were falling off of their seats
And when I turned around
The same thought hit me
He had cut if the bottoms off of two plastic beer bottles
And was holding them up to his eyes like a pair of goggles
And just about then
All around started to sing
Billy’s got his beer goggles on
Only his name is Fred but what the heck
You see him ‘n me gits ‘long great
Our only goal in life
Is to see which of us
Can out do the other
I went garage saleing
With them the next day
And I bought two air conditioners
Per se
And when we arrived
Back at my place
We stuffed one in my pickup
And the other in his truck
Remember I told you
My house is quite small
It’s almost impossible
To walk in the door at all
It was late
And the wind and rain
Made installing them
Something for another day
I guess things can’t be too bad between us
Cause I gave him permission to use my lawn tractor
But dog gone sometimes he can be to nice
Making me feel like he’s my baby sitter
But the day he hollered, “Do you want your coke ‘n cane”
Shirlee hollered back, “Fred, don’t use those two words so close together
The neighbors might hear
And get the wrong impression”
So as the sun in the west
Shines in my eyes
I’ll close for now
And wish you all a good night
Cile Beer
Categories:
baby sitter, adventure, education, family, funny,
Form:
Free verse
At the time of my life, when all should done,
when my life should have transformed into just peace and fun.
The clock hasn’t paused
to allow me to sit
for a moment to rest my old bones for a bit.
Busier now than in my hectic life
where I thought that my work had given me strife.
Retirement at last,
the race has now run?
I’m afraid that is not the way it’s become.
For twenty four hours I worked every day
when I went to work to bring home the pay.
But now far more hours
I really do need
to just scratch the surface of my every deed.
They say that I’ve now got nothing to do
so I’ve time to help others to see some things through
Builder and plumber
consultant and friend,
there is no direction that I must not bend.
Taxi and baby sitter, help me move home,
mend my computer or repair my phone.
Just when I thought
that I’d earned a rest
I’m thrown back in the rat race and put to the test.
Although twenty four hours are never enough
and I get real tired with all of this stuff
now in retirement
against time I still race
for the youngsters today can’t keep up with life’s pace.
Look forward to old age, when you can retire
and sit with your slippers in front of the fire.
The time of your life
to relax, so it seems,
a picture so perfect …….it’s all in your dreams!
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
baby sitter, dream, old, retirement,
Form:
Rhyme
Looking under a leaf
In search of a caterpillar thief
Pinched a tomatoes cheek
Oh what a creepy creep
He's a very deliberate critter
She cried that hairy worm bit her
Said,"He'd come back to get her
And scare her baby sitter."
Her nanny saw her cryin'
Knew she wasn't lyin'
Her story there was no denyin'
That worm bit her "cheek" like a lion
If you see that herbivorous fellow
That made that tomato turn yellow
He'll be under a leafy umbrella
And as fat as an armadillo
He's a real tomato masher
A suspected garden trasher
He's wanted and needs to be captured
And sentenced to life in a pasture
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner:)
Categories:
baby sitter, funny, humor, humorous, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Dragon really shouldn’t have borrowed the penguins, away from the Zoo.
Now he was their baby sitter at the lake, from morning till night, so true.
Not to mention a catasaurus was now stalking, his delightful little friends.
The Trolls volunteered their time, to help defend those cute ones, to the end.
He wanted to take them everywhere, wherever he could and had ever been.
Though most of those we’d been kicked out of… Well, here we go again.
First we passed our illustrious church, where the organ and voices rang on.
But as the penguins began to sing, it came out a screech, so I hurried them along.
Next we went to the local Ice cream Stand, where the Trolls devoured icy delights.
Brain freezes naturally ensued, so the penguins sat on their heads, what a sight!
The crowd applauded such an ingenious save, now penguin hats, are all the rage.
The Mayor gave them animal service vests, so in the news, he wouldn’t be upstaged.
This allowed them into the Mall, where lit fountains flow, a fascinating place, indeed!
Dragon became their slide, as the kids marveled at their fancy whoop-de-do deeds.
Next dragon herded them to a western shop, for sunbonnets, cowboy hats, and duds.
The mayor up for re-election, again, came along, and also got completely, gussied up.
Next was a candy store, where Dragon bought them a few, Yep, they’re like all kids.
A sugar rush ensued. Dragon reeled them in, before: who knew what, heaven forbid!
He even had to get them, out of the skylights, not easy for a bird that doesn’t fly…
But by directing them to the ice ring… he let them wear off their lengthy sugar high.
At the Mall Food Court, was sushi, and the children got to feed, the penguins they knew.
Naturally, the further they went, the more crowds ensued, until they bid the mall adieu.
But first they went to the bookstore, as yes, penguins like to read and be read to, too.
They’re now planning a penguin adventure book, ‘All the Things a Penguin Can Do’.
Then leaving the crowds, they went home on Dragon’s back, a lakeside nap, overdue.
Now I ask you very simply, if the penguins were yours to baby sit, so true…
Where, oh where, would you go… with such a precious little cargo, and you?
Categories:
baby sitter, adventure, angst, fantasy, fun,
Form:
Light Verse
There once was this gal – much older
And I being young but bolder
Took hold of her hand
Said I am your man
But she gave me the old cold shoulder
Now I – being not a quitter
Thought how am I going to get her
I must make her mine
The very next time
My parents get a baby sitter
Written - 6/19/11 by mdailey
For Dr. Mehta's contest - Cougar Effect
Categories:
baby sitter, childhood, fantasy, love, passion,
Form:
Limerick
THREE PIGS - THE EARLY DAYS
At first it was just a piglet and mum
And the pig-house had plenty of room
But when mum had another litter
They needed more than a pig baby-sitter
The rooms were just too full
And mum was glad when they went to school
But after school it was home again
And the overcrowding caused some pain.
So mum said you must go build houses three.
…and the rest is history .
Categories:
baby sitter, funny, mum,
Form:
Couplet
The doctor injected something in me when I was just a embryo!
I figured my mother was the enemy standing at the end of the rainbow.
As a babe I use to take off my diaper and throw it at my baby sitter Sandy!
When I was a kid I bullied other children out of their candy.
In elementary my teacher asked what I would grow up to be? I stood in front of the
class
told her to kiss my azz and screamed like a banshee!
I remember the first time I played "house" with the girl next door.
She told me I was her pimp and she was my whore!
Before school I would get drunk on Belvedere.
I use to sit in class behind this nerd and thump him in the ear!
As a teenager I thought I was being haunted.
I would tell girls what they desired just to get what I wanted.
I use to get into fights a lot.
At 16 my Grandmomma caught me smoking pot!
My first job was a McDonald's drive-thru.
Customers would get an attitude, put me in a bad mood,
So I put a booger in their "big-mac," smiled, and said "Sorry I was rude to you!"
The year I turned 17, that Halloween I inhaled some gasoline.
That night my sister caught me masturbating to a magazine!
At 19 yrs old I became a world renowned gigolo.
Not long after I was abducted by a UFO!
I travelled constellations for over a decade.
"Marvin The Martian" returned me to earth after our last Venus Crusade.
It took me a couple years to readjust.
Even today I still smell like moondust!
And so I became a man with no self-control.
I'll forever stand a demented soul!!!
*Wrote for Olusequn Adelna contest "Make my head fall off (lol)"
This poem is purely fictional, my morbid humor;) Visit me on facebook
Categories:
baby sitter, angst, fantasy, funnyme, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
I watch her sleeping a helpless rose without me
Like a man watching her sleeping wife
Her life looking innocent and scary
I then change diapers
She hates diapers
But she cries when you don't remove them
And mourns as you remove them
Just like her mother
Then we play games together
I act her age to win her love
I prepare meals and feed her
Like my bride on the wedding day
With these forty years i am making soon
Her twenty years makes me that
Her baby sitter
Categories:
baby sitter, age, i love you,
Form:
Romanticism
Threatening Boy With Twin Knives
The latest shocking video clip in What'sapp is going viral ....
Featuring an angry little boy facing off his grandparent...
In his hands were a pair of kitchen knives, one in each hand....
He screams in frustrated anger directed at his grandfather...
Standing his ground in a most obstinate manner...
As the old man tries to disarm him with a long bamboo pole frayed at its end...
This is a very extreme case of a family with gadgets and money aplenty...
Electronic gadgets and computer games as baby sitters...
Unlike old times when TV was the live-in maid and baby sitter...
But TV dramas, movies and series are approved for viewing audience...
Unlike all the violence, blood and gore in addictive electronic games....
Seriously, if there is no violence or criminals elements...
No way such electronic games will have a captive playing audience...
So many games promote senseless slash, gore and kills galore...
Try watching, you will be shocked at trigger happy violence and more...
The electronic human player is denied healthy human interaction that's available ....
Only if they get off their butts to indulge in physical games with buddies ....
Little wonder these grandparents are confronted with this boy monster ...
Whose character has been digitally altered and social values distorted...
You see the anger inside him, and in the obstinate stance in him...
And the adult folks are left wondering if there is something wrong with him...
Little knowing that the major fault was in how they have raised him..
On a diet of excessive and unfettered access to electronic games .....
That has molded and shaped his very character into an anti social monster...
Categories:
baby sitter, character, community, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
I made a sibling play
But will he remember this day?
I made a sibling play
Among the green grass
He sported a smile and did blush
Made me rethink and think again
Will all my effort go in vain?
Twenty years hence
When I would be old
And would be sitting on the old bench
He might be sporting a sports car
Or might be partying in the bar
Or vice versa
I made a sibling play
In the city park
And ten years hence
He might be coming here
With his back pocket full and wide
His girlfriend by his side
I made a sibling play
And 5 years hence
He might be playing all alone
With his friends and other siblings
A whole lot of emotions and feelings
I made a sibling play
But will he remember this day
One day hence
He might forget my weird character
And might be appreciating another baby sitter
Two minutes hence
The joy he has with me
Might be momentary
Might just be a minute fraction of that joy
Of that joy
That would come to him in this life hence,
But for me these ten minutes
Were nothing but a day never to forget?
Were nothing but few moments in the limelight.
Categories:
baby sitter, childhood, happiness, nostalgia, day,
Form:
Bio
Glow and glitter
tweet and twitter
face book hookers
are number one
baby sitter
sew and knitter
good lookers
over done
hit the high road
just for show load
have ice cream just for fun
beat the bar code
implode a lymph node
dd 214 on the line
shoot a basket
stretched elastic
uncle sam is doing fine
pointless end rhyme
must stop some time
put it up and watch it spin
link the tail back to the top ?
no way, not this mess again.
© Charles Henderson nov 2011
Categories:
baby sitter, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
Fulfilled people have one thing in common; they have full hearts; purpose, and a mission.
Knowing you are needed every day, knowing you make a difference, can ruin depression,
Obliterate poor me, and doldrums; erase anxiety and sadness.
How do you build your soul into the person you were meant to be?
Fulfilled people help others, knowing the benefits are unparalleled.
They are compassionate and enthusiastic. They feel joy.
The people you help may not express thanks.
They may be cranky and mean.
They may be sullen.
They may be nasty.
But when you know that what you are doing is helping, and you know
What you doing is what you were sent to do,
You become
A Fulfilled person.
No one can take your joy, no one can steal your happiness. No one can hurt you.
If you have not found your “you self” yet, start avidly looking.
Made someone smile. Check. Made someone laugh. Check. Made someone feel special. Check.
Babies in neonatal units need to be cuddled; you could do that.
A young family would appreciate a free Saturday night baby sitter.
You could learn 8-year-old lingo, and introduce the 4 year olds to dandelion flower rings and homemade playdough.
Humane societies always need volunteers; taking a dog home might help you find your bliss.
If you are lonely, sad, feeling ugly or mad, click off your TV.
Go outside yourself and help someone.
Fulfilment almost always never happens alone.
Go find your joy!
Categories:
baby sitter, community, depression, giving, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
Welcome to the new millennium
Seven years in the making.
Forever forsaking.
Every year touted as the last one on earth
Yet we all know the worth
Of a dollar.
Holler if you hear someone knocking
On heavens door.
No one lives there any more.
We bury our ineptitude in Prozac
Leaving a chemtrail of excuses
For a meager existence.
Ya we got a persistence
Stuck tight to our convictions
All kinds of strange fictions
We can relate to.
Take two.
We wanna make an easy living
And we ain’t forgiving no one their ways
If they’re different from ours.
Mars is looking pretty good from here.
Nasa’s fear for the final escape from hell.
Oh well, I figure we’re better off without them
Let the Baptists shout them off and out a here.
How about a beer?
We have planning to do for after the fall
Damn prince is late for the ball
Again.
Men.
Third time then.
Had some ideas the sixties lost
In the purple haze that cost
Jimmy and Janice that open door
The gratefully dead rise once more
And walk among us for commercial benefit
A one hit one hit, never hurt a bit.
Even cowgirls get the blues
Just looking at all the used to’s.
Like clean water and air.
Really not fair
To the next generation.
What nation started the wars
And the what ifs and what fors
Mean nothing much
So out of touch
With our roots of empathy
Even the score
Take four.
Sugar plum fairies spun a new one
And LA went glitter. Get a baby sitter
We’re going for a ramble
A gamble, lose our homeland
To the security of perpetual debt
In the casinos of the golden carrot
Walmart shoppers
And show stoppers
Of celeb status
Getting at us
With attitude meant to be rude,
Exclude, ridiculed, died in the nude
Don’t mean to intrude,
but
Good company
Is so hard to come by
Buried like Pompeii
Wrapped in our denial
All the while
Our ship is sinking
And all the thinking
Hasn’t changed a lot.
All we got in the final analysis
is this.
Do unto others.
We’re all sisters and brothers
All nations
All our relations.
Categories:
baby sitter, faith, forgiveness, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse