My Tonsils

I had my tonsils taken out When I was in first grade. My younger brother did as well And we were both afraid. We didn’t really get it but We somehow understood That wearing P.J.’s in the car Would lead to nothing good. While driving to the doctor’s There was time for me to think And come up with a plan. (Such acts Are field days for a shrink.) The oldest child had privileges So if worse came to worst, I got my mom to promise that My brother would go first. The deal was made, so I relaxed Until the doc was prepped, The ether waiting for my bro, If promises were kept. But herein comes the clincher – I was dragged in first and cried, Not only for the surgery – My mom had flat-out lied!