Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

The Medieval Babysitter

by Neena Davies

The shining suit of armor can’t protect him from the cries
Of my twin baby brothers, who he’s here to supervise.
With vomit down his visor, and a baby in each arm
he rocks my brothers constantly for quiet and calm.
Chivalry, courage and honor are key traits of our sitter,
But patience is the key to calm the boy’s constant twitter.
Milk bottles and baby powder are strewn across the floor,
Near the standard and shield propped against the door.
What can you expect
When spelling mistakes go unchecked
“Wanted.  Knight Nurse to mind twins." 

Added: 26.03.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


I think this would have been better without the spelling mistake pun at the end, signifying just what a hard job looking after babies is!


very nice word play.