Open Poetry #46 |
The Sitter(fictional) |
ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
My guardians are heading out to a dinner party leaving me and my stepbrother with a sitter. The sitter may be an old lady that enjoys baking sweets to stuff us for the oven. Maybe the sitter is some crazy old man from the army, showing us how to be a organized unit or place us in fear. I tell them we don't need a sitter I could watch Ken while they have fun baring them with a sheepish smile. Guardian one said "I'm not mature enough". Guardian two said "they already found someone and he's at the door. Opening the door I see Roger, the same person in my class. Who I would trade for the crazy army man, or the old lady to stuff me in the oven any night. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Wow1 I'm afraid to even ask anything about Roger. Ida |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Oops - I read the other poem first and already replied there. Oh, well, this is good back story for that. Even the best babysitters can be a bit dangerous. Really sucks to get a crummy one. |
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ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
To Marchmadness Roger is just a big old jerk with no sense in any mind. Who's sitting for her and step bro, who's the same age as her. also thanks for reading and commenting. To easy1 thanks for your comment as well and yes babysitters can be dangerous, also crummy indeed. |
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