A/N: This particular poem is written for the Freeverse Frenzie competition on the HPFC forum, poem 19.
Their Tender Little Child
5. Baby-Sitter
He hadn't realised being a baby-sitter
was written in the fine-print
but apparently it was
Or his brother was using older-brother privileges
to get out of it.
Rex found though he didn't mind
because the bundle he'd been handed
was too cute to deny
And his tie old and frayed,
so what did it matter of baby-drool
led to more decay?
And even if his brother's lip curled
at the sight, he couldn't stop
the cheesy grins and foolish words
that tumbled from his lips…
That little kid
really did make his heart melt.
He wondered if, when baby-sounds became words
he'd become "Uncle Rex"…
And when he'd signed up for the job
his only thought was the addition
of "Doctor" to his name.