Poetry Corner: The night Uber saved bedtime

Something amazing happened to us the other day. One of those random acts of kindness that makes you realise that small gestures of generosity can truly make a person’s day. That, despite what the media tells us, there are good people in the world after all.

So in tribute to Peter, the random Uber driver who saved our bacon on a particularly challenging night during early parenthood, I’ve immortalised the event forever in rhyme. If nothing else, as a reminder that (even in London) people can surprise you.

Peter…this one’s for you!

The night Uber saved bedtime

‘Twas a night close to Christmas,
and all though the house,
not a creature was stirring
save one squatting mouse.
*
When in crashed dear Rosie,
with a huff, puff and groan
and a car load of stuff
to bring in on her own.
*
With the baby in one arm,
three bags in the other,
and the pram dragged behind her;
this poor knackered mother.
*
Who’d spent the whole day,
like a true saint indeed,
looking after her nephew
in his mum’s hour of need.
*
But, now safely back home,
her calm turned to dread,
when she saw something missing
on Teddy’s cot bed.
*
As the truth dawned upon her
she near lost her mind,
for Ewan the Dream Sheep
had got left behind.
*
She searched high and low
trying not to look manic
as her relative calm,
soon transformed into panic.
*
“Oh no, bedtime’s ruined!
There’s no chance he’ll sleep,
without the sweet bleating
of his favourite sheep!”
*
Five frantic calls later,
(while I, stuck at work)
we hatched a wild plan
that sounded berserk…
*
For to rescue the bedtime
of our little chap,
our sole hope was Uber,
the famed taxi App.
*
We ordered our pick up,
a driver named Peter,
to collect our dear Ewan
from our Rose’s sister
*
Though would he accept it?
We just did not know.
And safely return
our most precious cargo?
*
But half an hour later
(though, it sure felt like more)
there came a light tapping
upon our front door.
*
And there we found Peter,
stood beaming with pride,
with Ewan the Dream Sheep
held ‘loft at his side.
*
As Teddy (oblivious)
lay tucked up in bed,
his buddy back home now
placed ‘side his sweet head.
*
And thus Uber saved us
from a night of high stress
(not to mention, one lost sheep
and a mum in distress).
*
So thank you, dear Peter,
our angel in waiting,
who deserves special mention
and a firm five star rating.

*****

I hope you’ve enjoyed today’s poem in honour of Peter, our Uber guardian angel…

So, have you ever gone to great lengths to recover a child’s lost toy? Is your baby as obsessed with Ewan the Dream Sheep as ours?! As always, we’d love to hear from you, so please do share your stories and thoughts in the comments section below!

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