Becoming Dessy's bunny sitter is no simple feat,
With the sky high standards that you must meet,
It started with a nail biting interview face to face,
Hours in front of the mirror did not prepare me for Dessy's poker face,
Standing on the doorstep, my knees jittering with fear,
I tentatively knock thrice, waiting for Dessy to appear,
That's when I felt a gentle tap on the back,
I scream and nearly have a heart attack,
It was Dessy, holding a steaming cup of tea,
Glad you're here she exclaims, follow me!
She glides away, her feet shockingly making no sound,
I try to walk like Dessy, carefully tiptoeing on the ground,
Halfway there, she spins around and says, with a hint of dismay,
Why in the world are you walking that way?
We arrive at a patio table laden with two glasses of water and a cookie tin,
Dessy smiles, looks me in the eyes, and proclaims lets begin!