Here's a little poem that I wrote years ago when my boys were little and my dad would babysit! He would always fall asleep and they would get in tons of mischief.....hope you enjoy!
TWAS THE DAY POP- POP BABYSAT
It was a damp and
dark dreary day, much too cold for outside play.
So Stephan and Aidan took out their toys,
they were two very messy boys.
They had trucks and
trains all over the floor; they even decided to fingerprint their door.
They heard their
pop-pop call up the stairs, “are you guys making a mess up there?”
“Nope not me!” they
both replied, both getting a little nervous, knowing that they lied.
They decided it was
time to have a little snack,
so Aidan said to Stephan, “I’ll be right
back.”
So down to the
kitchen Aidan did sneak and into the living room he took a peek.
Pop-pop had fallen asleep in the chair as the
sound of the TV filled the air.
Aidan arrived back in
the room, with more junk food than they both could consume.
There were chips and
popcorn spilled all over the place and chocolate cupcakes smeared on their
face.
The party continued all
through the day until they heard their mom’s car pulling in, to their dismay.
They looked at each
other with confusion and shock. Was it already five o’clock?
When Mom walked in,
she sensed trouble in the air,
as pop-pop sit there snoring in the chair.
The cat pranced by
with peanut butter stuck to his tail and it didn’t take mom long to follow the
trail.
Mom opened the door
afraid of what she would see and there were her two boys both saying “It wasn’t
me!”
In her hand, were
tickets to the “sold out” baseball game and when the boys looked outside the
weather wasn’t the same.
The sun was shining
not a cloud in the sky, everything outside was beginning to dry.
“Let’s leave now!”
Aidan began to stress.
Mom replied, “not
until you clean up this mess.”
“But we’ll miss the
game!” Stephan pouted.
“Then you’ll only
have yourselves to blame,” Mom shouted
So three hours later
the clean up was done.
They had missed the
ballgame and all of the fun.
Later that night as Mom
tucked them into bed. “I am very upset”
Stephan said.
“Me too!” Aidan cried.
“Then next time be a
little neater,” Mom replied
Mom gave them a hug
and a kiss good night;
then walked out the room and turned off the
light.
Tossing and turning
as they lay in bed, thoughts of the day went through their head. They thought
of when pop-pop would watch them once more; and the fun filled day that
would be in store!
My inspirations for this poem.....would love to have them that small again - minus the mischief!
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