Short Nannies Poems
Short Nannies Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Nannies by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Nannies by length and keyword.
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
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
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
Mary Poppins
came elegantly
down to Earth
on obliging clouds.
powdering her nose.
Along with her wealth
of imagination,
she carried her carpet bag.
Other nannies
blew away with
flailing, flapping,
black, boring
umbrellas, more
useless than parasols.
There is only
one Julie Andrews.
All children
deserve her lessons.
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
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.
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.
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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