The Babysitter

When mum goes out
A girl comes round,
She seems to be quite old.

She wears a top
With strappy sleeves,
A wonder she’s not cold.

She’s on the phone
Like all the time,
Her Instagram is scrolled.

But that’s okay,
It’s easier
To keep my charge controlled.

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