The babysitters here,
But tis us she should fear.
She's washing the dishes,
as we stealthily tie a butter sock to the ceiling fan.
We call her name,
on her way it knocked her in the head like we had planned.
Knowing were in trouble now, we run and hide.
Careful not to slip in the hall,
where we poured tide.
She's furious and on her way,
Slipping and sliding,
in one place she couldn't stay.
We must've been bad,
Probably the worst kids to watch she's ever had.
In the guest room she hid.
We cleaned our mess up,
Like it was never did.
We planned other ways.
To make her leave.
For mother needed a babysitter,
But she was mean
and a nice one we'd like to retrieve.
When mother got home, she ran away.
When asked what happened,
We said we only wanted to play.
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PoetryHey guys it's Tiphanie. And these are my poems I wrote I hope you enjoy. Leave comments and votes i promise to read all of them. Much love from Tiph. NO STEALING.
