Short Nannies Poems

young goats
nannies milk is tasty
fresh cheese
...

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Don't be charmed when placing a child
And check if the little one's riled
This is an alarm
Since some serious harm
Comes from nannies known to go wild...

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A 
Boy 
Can 
Do 
Everything 
Fine
Girls 
Have 
Important 
Jobs
Kind 
Loving
Mothers 
Nannies
Outstanding 
Personalities 
Quiet 
Respectful
Souls
Truly 
Unique
Visions
With 
Xcellent 
Yielding 
Zones...

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nannies
grannies

watchin’
children

mouth stuffed?
cheeks puffed?

bouncy
ball-ee

legos
clown nose

toy cars
gold stars

knickknacks
thumbtacks

foil from
chew gum

day care
au pair

sitters'
jitters...

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I once had a nanny named Sue
Always loved drinking Mountain Dew
Loudly she slurped,
And then she burped
After she had sipped on the brew.

I once had a nanny named Rosalee
She loved to rock me on her ample knee
Rosalee up and died
I cried and cried and cried
But I know she is in heaven with Thee.

Written October 10, 2021...

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Is that the dalmatian nanny, the one from TV?
The other nannies all looked, it was as far as they could see.
Surely not the famous one, the one who does the commercial. 
Not the dalmatian nanny named Mrs. T.U. Gurshall!

Mrs. T.U. Gurshall heard but kept her demeanor plain and true.
She had a charge to look after, a tiny human bundle in blue.
The TV ads had not gone to her head, she needed this job today.
She did her best at ignoring the gawkers, and quickly walked away....

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There’s no one in the playground
When I walk at break of day.
The jungle gyms are empty
Since no climbing’s underway.

The slides and swings are waiting
For the toddlers and the tots
Who, with nannies, moms or dads
Will later come to claim their spots.

And yet this morning, I observed
A woman swinging high,
Her legs a‘pumping with the force
To take her to the sky.

Her little dog sat patiently
Until her steam ran out,
A private moment to enjoy
With no one else about.
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Heralded by the sounds of guns
They came like an ill-wind
Sweeping towards our choices
we fled and upon return
Blood, blood every where was seen

The gun of thunder boomed 
Onthe trunk of the toads
We were the toads 
Whose choices sunk under-feet
our ballot boxes departed
With the servants of the masters
The lords of our time
Children sent by fathers to steal

We the the Nannies shall go mourning
For the truth has departed
Our choices have departed
The ballot boxes have gone...

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