The Back Yard Splinter

We were raised in a large city Accessed by, car, taxi, or bus Sidewalks went to who knows where But the back yard was country to us Fenced in but hardly containing Three very large trees we could climb Half grass, half dirt, where we could run Our playground for most of the time! We had fun, my brother and I And neighbor kids too, there would be One thing, that we would discover Was a post leaned against a tree Where'd it come from, why was it there? Could we move it if we so deemed? Did the tree hold it or it the tree? Could it be heavy as it seemed? We had fun climbing that old post Then we'd slide back down on our feet But it came to a crashing halt When I tried to slide on my seat! Attacked by a hook shaped splinter, My spanking region, it abused We had to wake up my mother, She worked nights and was not amused! Face down on the doctors table His scalpel, the Doc would apply And every time he made a cut Brought a tear to my brothers eye! Just a memory from the past A lesson to think first was had At least though, since that incident, A spanking did not seem as bad!