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!
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