The babysitter

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The babysitter The babysitter

Poem by: Mr Benn

Genre: Humor

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Poem by: Mr Benn

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Genre: Humor

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Summary

I wrote this a few years ago for my 2 boys. They thought it was funny (well, they were only 7 & 8 years old at the time!)

Summary

I wrote this a few years ago for my 2 boys. They thought it was funny (well, they were only 7 & 8 years old at the time!)

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Submitted: October 20, 2006

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There she goes with her hair all scraggy

Moth-eaten clothes and trousers baggy

Four rotten teeth and bum all saggy

And what’s her name?, its Mrs craggy

 

 

I hate it when she watches us

Cos she pinches and she punches us

But it’s even worse when she kisses us

cos her rubber lips never misses us

 

Sometimes when our Dad goes out

and no-one else can babysit

He’ll send us in to her next door

And we really do hate this bit

She’s got six cats that really smell

And every one wears a stupid bell

She makes us scrub between her toes

And pluck the hairs from out her nose

She cooks this tripe for us to eat

(and it smells just like her ugly feet!)

We’re sent to bed at half past eight

The sheets are stinking, a real bad state

And the cats everywhere, those bells, bells, bells!

We think we’ve died and gone to hell

 

 

Thank God, at last, our Dad’s come back

He takes us home to our own wee shack

But no! disaster! And loads of pain

Cos tomorrow he’s going out again!


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