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Babysitting Nightmare
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Fun Poems
It’s summer, the sun is hot
All I can think about is jumping into their small, pot like pool
Calming the sweaty, hyper bodies
But no,
We play an exciting game of house
While the crazy boys play outside
I glance out the small dirty spectacled window
To my surprise the boys are experimenting with fire and gas
I yell “Boys “
I note their scared faces
One of them runs in the house and goes “Is it bad “
I laugh, as I look at the little boys face
He appears to have the whole half of his head of hair shinged
I phone his dad in my distress and his discrete
He comes speeding up the driveway and takes away the gas
He tips his head and smiles at me
He says” Sorry I shouldn’t have left it out”
He drive’s back to work with he gas in his truck
I am safe
At least till he gets out of the driveway
