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!