The Babysitter

The Babysitter short poem

Uploaded by Peter Anderson

Rock-a-bye, baby
Your mamas gone out
The babysitter has already
Started to shout
It won’t be long before she comes in through the door
You know your cries don’t help anymore

Baby is quiet.
Won’t make a sound
If you don’t make a noise
She might turnaround
The creak of the floorboards as she comes down the hall
You’re trapped in a cage
With nowhere to crawl

Hush a bye baby
Up in the sky
She’s staring at you
Don’t open an eye
She knows that you’re faking
And pulls at your hair
Mamas gone out and there’s no one to care

Rock a bye baby
You better fear
It’s you and the babysitter
Mothers not here
She might snap your fingers
Put you under the hot tap
If you’re very lucky
It will just be a slap

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Who am I?"- English by birth, Scouser by luck, living in South Africa by choice- Paid to cook, hypnotizes for fun and writes poems because I cant stop- Insomniac, chain smoker, sour worm addict- Bulldogs, Motorbikes and Liverpool football club- Dreamer, realist and slighty depressed
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