A Babysitter's Lament
Samantha Canez has given us a great one. Please feel free to comment with kudos or encouragement.
O, that these two too loud cries would stop, silence, and form themselves into laughter.
Or that my parents had not insisted on two more children! O Kids! Kids!
How loud, messy, dirty and tiring,
Seem to me all the uses of these kids!
Ay! 'tis a tree of bad apples,
That grows in my garden; things playful and sneaky in nature.
That I could do my homework!
But five years living: nay, seems like forever:
So noisy a child; that were they in their bedroom,
Children to adults; so loving to my mother
That they might not disobey the orders of mother and
Scream in her vicinity too loudly. Heaven and earth!
Must I babysit? why, they would hang on curtains,
As if imitating a monkey's actions
By what they'd seen on tv: and yet, within a month--
Let me not babysit--Ruckus, thy name is child!--
To experience once again the peace and quiet
Would seem too much like heaven,
Too good to be true:--why I, even I--
O, God! a jungle would be silent longer--playing in my room,
My quiet room, but no more quiet
Than the loudest concerts: since 5 years:
Yet the stinging of my makeup from my tired tears
Had left them victorious,
They played. O, most wicked evil, to play
With such noise to worst nightmares!
It is not nor it cannot come to good:
But break, my heart; for I must babysit.
Samantha Canez
Period 4
O, that these two too loud cries would stop, silence, and form themselves into laughter.
Or that my parents had not insisted on two more children! O Kids! Kids!
How loud, messy, dirty and tiring,
Seem to me all the uses of these kids!
Ay! 'tis a tree of bad apples,
That grows in my garden; things playful and sneaky in nature.
That I could do my homework!
But five years living: nay, seems like forever:
So noisy a child; that were they in their bedroom,
Children to adults; so loving to my mother
That they might not disobey the orders of mother and
Scream in her vicinity too loudly. Heaven and earth!
Must I babysit? why, they would hang on curtains,
As if imitating a monkey's actions
By what they'd seen on tv: and yet, within a month--
Let me not babysit--Ruckus, thy name is child!--
To experience once again the peace and quiet
Would seem too much like heaven,
Too good to be true:--why I, even I--
O, God! a jungle would be silent longer--playing in my room,
My quiet room, but no more quiet
Than the loudest concerts: since 5 years:
Yet the stinging of my makeup from my tired tears
Had left them victorious,
They played. O, most wicked evil, to play
With such noise to worst nightmares!
It is not nor it cannot come to good:
But break, my heart; for I must babysit.
Samantha Canez
Period 4
posted by Ian Anthony Godburn at 8:13 AM
6 Comments:
I know exactly where you're coming from. I used to be a Scout leader for little kids. You know how much they aggravate you when you start wishing they were eaten by a bear. Indeed they are "a tree of bad apples." Nicely done.
Norbert Period 6
Sam...
That was really good! I know exactly what you go through... because I have three sisters and I babysit all the time too. I got sooo excited when Mr Godburn called your name! Don't worry... one day when you least expect it... you will get free tickets to FIJI!! And you'll be able to enjoy the quiet and serenity.
- Shane Z
Period 4
Yeah, thats right she is in my class (period #4). Good job Samantha
Landon Ball
this was my favorite one of all =)
very well said. little kids can be death!
Tori Cusick, period 4
wow that sounds so familiar..when u babysit those little munchkins dont u want to jsut kill them sometimes???? amazing capture of emotion.
masha telishevsky period 6
i hate baby sitting all i like about it is getting the money at the end
great job
laura lascoe
period 6
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