Babysitter
Babysitter, baby, bitter, bet, better, best, set, bare, beat!
And like the Island of Dr. Louis;
But, with the genetic experimentation of your muse.
Babysitter, ray, say, bay, sit, sitter, bib, barb, tie, bat, star!
But, you are in love with her;
And like the works of your hands.
Babysitter, seat, as, are, era, ear, ears, eras, tear, tears, yes!
Strange move! !
While the babysitter takes care of your child;
But, this thing called the T.V. is also your babysitter.
Babysitter, it, is, rate, rates, beats, breast, rest, stir, stair!
Of the baby next to you,
And, like the real voice of your muse! !
But, you are in love with him.
Babysitter, sear, yet, sea, eat, ate, art, tar, bare, , tab, year!
But, you are in love with me and,
I am in love with you! !
However, you now have the T.V. as your babysitter.
Babysitter, as, at, set, tea, base, bear, air, years, rat, beast!
On the invoice and of your voice;
But, who is your babysitter today? ! !
For, thew facts around you say it all on your face.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When the Parents Refuse to Come Home
When the parents refuse to come home
The children sleep beneath the babysitter’s skirt.
She will eat you out of house and home.
When the parents refuse to come home
The children shall set the house on fire,
And the babysitter shall save the family pet
That is content to be hand fed at the breast.
This night the parents are outside the loop,
They are out for a night on the town to renew their bound without the incessant want of children who shall burn the house down for attention.
The babysitter is watching TV under the blaze of the burning house where the family pet snicks beneath the smoke colleted by the ceiling.
When the parents stay out all night the children are discontented with the babysitter who have no time for children, she rather babysat the TV.
The babysitter refuse to pay taxes on her earning, she have parked the children in their beds where they learn the art of conversation from the TV.
The parents are having fun while the children are safe in the dream shatter of the right brain telling midnight stories of the day’s doings and the babysitter has invited her boy friend over for the night and he will eat you out of house and home while in their dream the children are buring the house down.
When the parents dance the night away in the night club the children are dreaming of the violent of the babysitter who eat the last of the pot roast left over from dinner.
When the parents refuse to come home the babysitter is contemplating the meaning of death and dying in the burning house.
The babysitter will grow up to become a parent and she will hire a babysitter when she go out to dance the night away as her children burn the house down.
poem by David E. Patton
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TV is the best babysitter.
quote by John Goodman
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We did an episode where she goes out to get a job and she gets fired because she's not good. They hire a babysitter to help out and she finds out she hates the fact that the kids have more fun with the sitter than her.
quote by Patricia Heaton
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A good film is when the price of the dinner, the theatre admission and the babysitter were worth it.
quote by Alfred Hitchcock
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Parents should watch what their children watch and not use TV as a babysitter. If a show is objectionable they should turn it OFF. They should write the president of the network and tell him they are never going to watch that program again and why.
quote by Bill Bixby
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Once Trusted Now A Thief(not really a poem)
i trusted you once
my friends and enemies
left my door unlocked for my babysitter
and i suspect her the most
for she was staying with me
how could you come in
and take the one thing
that was helping me go back to school
if it wasn't for all the personal things
and the homework saved onto that computer
i wouldn't be as worried
how could you sit there and lie to my face
not only lie to me...which is bad enough
but also lie to the cops
i don't know where you put it
and i don't know where you are now
i just want my laptop computer back
because then i can finish my homework
and keep getting As in my classes
oh don't you see
the stress you are putting on me
for you were trusted once
but now you are a thief
poem by Grace Hays
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Reliving My Childhood Choices
everyday we play this game,
you tell me what to do,
and i follow,
you don't even care,
to you i'm just lazy,
do you not see,
i do more than i need to,
i didn't choose to be a mother,
it was your choice,
why am i living the conseqences?
i live the parent role,
while you play the babysitter,
do you not see what is wrong?
you pay me what you want
and i ask how high when you say jump,
i didn't ask for this,
and yet i can't speak my mind,
speaking my mind would mean,
hurting someone else feelings,
but i let myself get taken advantage of,
day after day because my fear is greater,
than the way i'm getting treated,
guess you can say i'm use to it,
was used in my childhood,
why would now be any difference?
poem by Mona Martinez
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Not The Doctor
I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be your mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon
And I don't want to be your other half
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Jagged Little Pill
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You Can Not Blame Me For That
The facts remain to be as they are.
Your 'baby' has been imprisioned,
Not for those 'things' you attempted to give to him.
But for those things like discipline,
Respect for others.
A defiance against authority and social rules.
And a lack of common sense used,
By 'who' or whomever...
Neglected to raise him as a responsible parent.
Those are the 'things' your 'baby' has missed!
'How DARE you speak to me that way.
How DARE you say my approach to parenting,
Had been negligent?
Every night when I went out clubbing,
To bar hop...
Who do you think had to arrange for a babysitter?
And when his grandparents refused to look after him,
When I needed to escape to enjoy myself on the weekends...
I did all I could to find someone, anyone sober enough,
To take care of my baby.
'And for how long did you do this? '
For eighteen hard struggling years.
'And...
Where were you when he dropped out of school? '
You can not blame me for that.
I gave him money for lunch everyday.
'Okay.
And when he committed armed robbery,
Bringing thousands of dollars home...
Where were you then?
Did you question him at all about the money? '
Of course I did.
I wanted to know how much of it,
He intended to put away for college.
So you can not accuse me for not being concerned,
About his education OR being an unfit parent.
And when he dropped out of school,
You have no idea how heartbroken I was!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Patience Given
Patience given,
To those dealing with their insecurities...
Have several exceptions!
Patience given to a child,
Learning when and how to use a toilet.
Patience given to a child,
Going to school for the first time.
Patience given to a child,
Learning how to share.
Patience given to a child,
When left with a babysitter.
Patience given to a child,
When learning the difference...
Between telling a lie and being honest.
Patience given to a child,
When being taught to be responsible.
Patience given,
To those dealing with their insecurities...
Have several exceptions!
Extenuating exceptions beyond the call of reason,
Requires one to ignore with an ability...
That preserves a peace of mind one wishes,
To keep and maintain undisturbed...
By those who are,
Disturbed by their expectations to be exceptions...
To the rule.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Agreement With Your Assessment
Perception?
I am aware of your needs.
You announce them,
On a daily basis.
Rejection?
I am not the one,
To manifest your pain.
Or wave a banner to claim it mine.
And not a guilt trip will you stick me with...
As you take my time to whine!
Accept my disconnection,
As a sign of the times...
To release in your ear...
My clearing you out of my mind.
Can you hear me freeing myself of static?
How about the sound,
Of my unpacking of your baggage?
Remember when I carried that on my back?
It is being returned.
I am not your butler, housekeeper...
Babysitter or surrogate weeper.
Imperfection?
I am totally in agreement with your assessment.
And that part of me,
You will never have to see again.
Isn't it refreshing...
To know we are both progressing?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Turtle Use to Rush!
You taught my turtle how to walk on a leash.
When you babysat my turtle.
But now my turtle's mood,
Has become distant and cranky.
My beloved turtle now gives me shifty looks.
And I know with me it's angry.
Since the babysitter I picked and booked.
When my turtle use to hear me turn the key,
At the front door.
My turtle use to rush to me.
But no more!
You've got my turtle trained to believe,
It needs a leash...
To eat with me Chinese.
And I use to love how my turtle ate Wonton.
But from within its shell...
All it does is just peek on.
When my turtle use to hear me turn the key,
At the front door.
My turtle use to rush to me.
But no more!
My turtle use to rush!
But!
No,
More!
My turtle use to rush!
But!
No,
More!
My turtle use to rush!
But!
No,
More to me.
My turtle use to rush!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Real-Estate
Real-Estate, real, estate, state, taste, east, eat, ale, tea, set, sale, sales, ate;
In the thirty-seventh year with your love,
And like your battle axe and your weapons of war!
But the horse and its rider are now killed with your bombs! !
Real-Estate, at, as, art, last, late, rate, rates, sea, sear, tear, tears, tale, tales;
And like the muse of love in the land of hatred!
But rise up to the challenges around you and be yourself;
For many wrs ar now waging on!
Real-Estate, ear, era, are, seat, lease, star, rat, tar, tease, salt, ease, sat, ears;
And like your love behind the works of war! !
But be very wise to move on peacefully with your mind;
For the real-estate business is like the muse of your love surrounded with troubles.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fire Island
drivind on the lawn
sleeping on the roof
drinking all the alcohol
all the kids from school
will be naked in the pool
while our parents are on fire island
cranking up the tunes
til the windows break
feeding chocolate to the dog
jumping on the couch
til the featers all come out
while our parents are on fire island
(chorus)
we're old enough by now
to take care of each other
we dont need no babysitter
we dont need no father or mother
we're old enough by now
dont worry about a thing
dont you remember last december
when u went to steamboat springs??
driving on the lawn
sleeping on the roof
drinking aLL the alchol
all the kids from school
will be naked in the pool
while our parents are on fire island
(chorus)
driving on the lawn
sleeping on the roof
dringing all the alcohol
all the kids from school
will be naked in the pool
while our parents are on fire island.
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Burnt Sugar Is So Bitter
She says what has her daddy done
That you want him to be punished
When she woke up one day to find
That he was starting to vanish
But _if you hope_ (? ) to hear voices
You know you should not be listening
Push the vigilant lips
Make a slice of her face
Said the scandalous whispering
Shes not on her own with the rest of her riches
As the kids paint him out of their refrigerator bitches
She picks up the bills and pays the babysitter
cause everybody knows burnt sugar is so bitter
And once there was a time
Before you turned strange
She thought theyd be together
For more than a lifetime
Look at them now
My, how things have changed
He can tell his sweetheart
Out of any girl on just a whiff
And turn it from a candy to a caramel
And make her hate the silouette she used to feel
And say I know nothing about you.
Now whats left of the birthday cake
Smeared and beautifully frosted
An absent father picks up the phone
To find the numbers unlisted
While the kids are distracted
Shell notice _shes nervous at all_ (? )
But how long will it take
Not to make a mistake
When a gentleman comes to call
Shes not on her own with the rest of her riches
As the kids tear down their refrigerator pictures
They already know how a woman may advance
From a pretty picture hat to a supermarket trance
Where it is unkind, she might as well forget it
cause everybody knows burnt sugar is so bitter
Burnt sugar is so bitter
Burnt sugar
Burnt sugar
Burnt sugar
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Please
Babysitter said 7
She's 15 minutes late
Jimmy's still playing in the bath
Cold macaroni on his plate
I still haven't done my hair
I hate doing my hair
It never comes out right
I must have changed my clothes
A half a dozen times
Ended up in this little black dress
Had to mend the hemline
Now I can't find my shoes
I can never find my shoes
Man I hate this
Am I nervous
Am I scared
Is it worth it
Should I even care
What a time to have these second thoughts
Man I like this guy
I really like him alot
(He's) everything that I was waiting for
And all that I've been praying for
Let be him be the dad, the friend, the man
Let him cherish me for who I am
Let him be the right one
Made it through dinner
Had a little too much wine
Probably talked too much
Went on and on about that little boy of mine
But he smiled
Yeah he really smiled
I can't believe he smiled
What a perfect night this has been
Should I say goodbye
Should I let him in
Calm down girl, it's just a kiss
I know, I know but it's been so long since I felt like this
(He's) everything that I've been waiting for
And all that I've been praying for
Oh let him be the dad, the friend, the man
Let him cherish me for who I am
Let him be the right one
Let him be the right one
(He's) Everything that I've been waiting for
And all that I've been praying for
Let him be the right one
Let him be the right one
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Joe & Rosalita
(phil vassar, charlie black)
Joe and rosalita, lookem up in the year book
Even then they had that wild-in-love crazy look
Joes car on friday night, after the ball game
Steam so thick on the windows
They could write their names
Theyd fight like cats and dogs outside of homeroom
Seeem hangin all over each other that same afternoon
Joe and rosalita
Ball-cap, good-ole boy and brown-eyed senorita
Rocked this town like no ones ever done
round here theyre known as the legends of love
Old mr.rosenbaum kickedem out of the senior prom
Busted for dirty dancin
Sent him home and he called her mom
Pulled the old pillow trick, and they both snuck out
Showed up two days later still in a tux and a prom gown
Got married on the steps outside the courthouse
Called it the great escape, people still talk about it now
Joe and rosalita
Ball-cap, good-ole boy and brown-eyed senorita
Rocked this town like no ones ever done
round here theyre known as the legends of love
Rosalita is still a rose
Now its been 10 years for rose and joe
Now sometimes you seeem cruisin down main street
Still got his arm around her, two kids in the backseat
They book a babysitter to go out on friday
Sometimes they never even make it out of the driveway
Joe and rosalita
Ball-cap, good-ole boy and brown-eyed senorita
Rocked this town like no ones ever done
round here theyre known as the legends of love
song performed by by Phil Vassar
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Down And Out In Paradise
Dear Mr. President
I live in the suburbs
It's a long way from Washington , D.C.
Had me a job
Workin' for wages
Till the company moved out
And they forgot about me
Can't draw unemployment
For some unknown reason
My kids are hungry
I've got four mouths to feed
I go out every day looking for suitable employment
Do you think there's something you could do for me
Cause I'm
Down and out here in paradise
Down and out and I'm on my knees
I'm down and out here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me
Dear Mr. President
I used to be a dancer
Got a little bit too old
So I became a secretary
Married a man
In Las Vegas, Nevada
And ten years later
He ran out on the kids and me
Some said I was pretty
But those days are over
Now I've no place to live
And I'm out on the streets
Oh, Mr. President
Can I tell you a secret
I never ever thought that this could happen to me
Cause I'm
Chorus
Dear Mr. President
I'm just a young kid
I'm in the fourth grade
At Riley Elementary
My mom and dad's been actin' funny
I'm not sure what
If it's got something to do with me
My daddy's always drunk
My mom's a babysitter
And I don't like the Russians
Cause I hear they hate me
Dear Mr. President
Can I ask you one question
When the bombs fall down
Will they hurt everyone in my family
Yeah, yeah
Chorus
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Parents Vs Children
Things that i don't understand in this world is that why do some people
get into relationship, getting married, enjoying life and making love.
But when it comes to children or when they already have kids, they
could not accept their responsibilities as parents. They do have
regrets of having kids especially if the kids are naughty, giving problem
or giving them headaches. They always beating, shouting, saying bad words to the kids saying wish you never exist, wish you never been born.
Instead of being calm, giving advice, doing good things which would make their children happy and be proud to have good parents.
Instead of thinking good ideas which would make them close to each other
.
Child is a child, they need more time with their parents. They need
attention, care, and love. Children are curious to everything, they need
to know antyhing as part of growing up. They need the guidance of
parents, but what I see nowadays is different. Parents just give material things to show their love for their kids.
Some parents just go out to parties, shopping, prefer to hang out with their friends rather than their kids. Then they just leave the children
to the nannies/babysitter.
Parents make their children be far from them instead children to get
close to the nannies who always there for them and give the love to the children. Parents must be a role model for the children, but what i see
now is that children do as what their parents do, they become more liberated.
There are also some parents who give up for their children. Some choose their own happiness, they don't like to stay at home with their kids. especially if thier husband dont have time for them too. the tendency, both couple would have a problem that result to divorce.
Where is the love that they shared? where is the promises and vows they had?
poem by Judith Kempis
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Run'n Wit Bubba
Hahahahahahahaha
Where Bubba at, oh
He down the hall, talkin' nonsense baby
You runnin' wit Bubba now, put on your track shoes
Got a mouth full of fire, I'm finna spit it at you
No tattoos, just ? and other drugs
You don't love me just for that, well I bet you my mother does
What up cuz, we can do it, however you gon' pursue it
I went from big balls to sticks y'all, but still ain't nothin' to it
So grab that Betty, Betty, run up in that wetty, wetty
Then tell her you run wit Bubba, she know that he legendary
This twelve pack of natural light got a cracker actin' right
Bumpin' everythang from Screw to Dave Matthews satellite
Daddy's right, Bubba K still is white feelin' like
If these hoes don't chill tonight I'm gon' feed her pills tonight
Until they right, yes sir, I'm buzzed, feelin' very festive
So I stroll up in the club to see if I am on the guest list
Excuse me Boi and Dre forgot to put me down again
But what if I hop my chunky ass up on this counter then
I finally found a friend and he said his name was Jill
Asked me did I wanna crank it at this other spot that he go
I said just let me know, we can take the Whitey Ford
But you gotta put in for gas whatever price you can afford
Look at this ice I scored, it ain't shiny, it don't glitter
But it'll keep us up for days and make your heart go patter-pitter
But if you got some kids you might call the babysitter
And tell your lady bye cause after this she may be bitter
You runnin' wit Bubba now, put on your track shoes
Got a mouth full of fire, I'm finna spit it at you
No tattoos, just ? and other drugs
You don't love me just for that, well I bet you my mother does
What up cuz, we can do i
song performed by by Bubba Sparxxx
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