Babysitting

Babysitting for the cutest young baby there is,
I think it is time to put her back in her crib.
Crying and sobbing is all I can hear,
But that innocent face dribbling drool on her bib
Consumes all my thoughts.
How bad can she be?
Just a speck of existence
Sweet and calm, finally
Dozing right off to bed, so I’m happy indeed.
Her adorable smile gives me one of my own.
I step down the stairs, trying not to be loud
As I’m clunked in the head with something that’s thrown.
So I turn around,
And what do I see?
Is it a bird? A plane?
No, it’s that dear baby.
Well not anymore is she sweet as can be,
But deny it I won’t, for she’s just a young soul.
Her eyes turn dark crimson, she’s darting after me!
So I run, run, run, run like an angry charging bull.
Out the door I sprint,
Fall right onto my face,
And I look right up straight
At that loved baby’s pace
As she paces around me with evil plans in mind.
Scared I am for my life… Oh great, she has a knife!
How can someone so angelic turn into such a demon,
I dwell on this for the last moments of my life.