When we need a sitter,
We hope it’s Uncle Ted
Because he doesn’t make up rules
Or make us go to bed.
We make believe we’ re rock stars
And play the music loud
And we jump around and holler
Like the teeny bopper crowd
But the last time….
Mom came home at midnight
And we STILL were not in bed
And Uncle Ted was dancing
With a lampshade on his head
So Mom says…
“No more Uncle Ted.
It’s Grandma Mary Lou instead.”
About Elaine H Leone