Sitter Poems - Poems about Sitter

The Sitter

The Sitter

There it is
Sitting in the old wicker chair
Grinning its foul slavering grin
 It moves nothing than its face.
Every night it appears
Until waking and shaking 
I reach for the pull light string
 It then evaporates at pace.
I will take the chair back 
With its eviction will go the glob
Never more to appear
With its evil sneer
Its

Mysterious Wind Sitter

Wind sitters plunked themselves down in wheat fields every spring
This one had a seasoned look, we knew knowledge she would bring.
She had a kind face. Her skin was thin and heavenly white.
Her eyes were azure, and she wore flowers in pinks; she felt all right.

We sat down beside her, putting our clothes around ourselves.
She felt

Bitter Because Fitter

I had to be much bitter,
Sure of the two The Fitter...

Away hours he'd fritter
On some spot steady sitter,
Never chats ends with Rita,
Engulfed in things that glitter
Fears of what in me bitter
I could betray as a hitter,
Peter dropping like litter
And never picking him up
An "I shan't - have - again pup"

So, its a lucky Peter,
For whom

Get a Sitter

He said “get a sitter’
She knew it was too late
“Come on! He urged her. “This will be great!”

He wanted to rekindle the kind of love they used to have.
Before they became parents and got stagnant and boring.
She would have liked that too, but her dream was of snoring.

She felt hurried and irritated.
He was angry that

Get a Sitter Daddy Said

Get a sitter Daddy said.
Mom tried the four they knew.
None would come back.
We had played the trick on all of them.

We are identical twins.
One of us would yell “Sissy is running away!”
The sitter would chase them from front door to back door.
Once the twin was inside, the other twin would lock the back door too.

Both

I'D Like To Be a Baby-Sitter

The baby never
          sits...Neither
               do I

Sherab Baby Rabbit Sitter

SheRab was the logical choice to watch my kittens
Born in the Year of the Rabbit. 
Highly intelligent, she understood their immaturity
Mistakes they might make before becoming hares

But what kind of a doe goes off and leaves her kits? My man asked.
He has no idea that I am terrified of my baby’s willfulness.
They can be destructive

Cat Sitter

My hemorrhoid 

    cushion

looks a lot like

our black cat 

    curled up 

on my recliner

So, I am 

    always 

worried about 

   sitting 

   on her

Although 

she would

   be soft.

Affected Art Baby Sitter-

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

Cat Sitter

It was a hard day in the office for the boss had gone berserk,
so I was quite relieved to know that I was driving home from work,
and once I parked me car and locked me shed; I went to get me mail,
before inside I put me feet up and enjoy a cleansing ale.

But in the

Fence Sitter

Being a middle child
Made my temperament mild
And not so demonstrating
But some would think off-putting

But it is not a popular place
When the world appears in a race
And sitting on the fence
Is one made for defence and not offence.

© Paul Warren Poetry

The Sitter

The Sitter

They rushed me in. 
I had no time to prepare. 
Talk they said. 
Entertain. 
We will not be... long, 
it was a song.

Fear.
My first response.
Prayer, 
should have been. 
In the end, 
adrenalin and panic
gave way to remembered 
moments with my own mother. 

Shadow puppets on the wall. 
A pen to draw...
even more on hands...
All

Pew Sitter--

I'd go to church 
Every Sunday
Often find myself there
On Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Friday

oh! what am I but just a glorified Church goer;
A modified, glorified, pew sitter;
Oh! God, help me, Lord;
I don't wanna be just a pew sitter;

Praising you inside this church building;
whom am I but just a forgiven sinner;
I should be more than a pew

Private Sitter

A friend in need
Is a friend indeed.
Working together
we succeed.

Unable to use
arms and feet
or voice, he
can complete

An email or
ask for more
of peach tea
or more from me.


He is a friend.
We get along.
His body's weak.
His mind is strong.

His good humor
strengthens me.
I am blessed,
undoubtedly!

Call a Sitter We Have Plenty of Money

The singles ad pointed out to her was beautifully written.
Even though married, bored, Shelly was instantly smitten.
She told some big lies, so she could meet her soulmate.
They had a meeting place, and she agreed to be there by eight.

Her husband would watch their six children, of course.
He never had anything to do, if he was

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