One day the doctor came because my throat was feeling awful sore, <br />And when he looked inside to see he said: 'It's like it was before; <br />It's tonserlitis, sure enough. You'd better tell her Pa to-day <br />To make his mind up now to have that little party right away.' <br /> <br />I'd heard him talk that way before when Bud was sick, and so I knew <br />That what they did to him that time, to me they planned to come and do. <br />An' when my Pa came home that night Ma said: 'She can't grow strong <br /> and stout <br />Until the doctor comes an' takes her addynoids an' tonsils out.' <br /> <br />An' then Pa took me on his knee and kissed me solemn-like an' grave, <br />An' said he guessed it was the best, an' then he asked me to be brave. <br />Ma said: 'Don't look at her like that, it's nothing to be scared about'; <br />An' Pa said: 'True, but still I wish she needn't have her tonsils out.' <br /> <br />Next morning when I woke, Ma said I couldn't have my breakfast then, <br />Because the doctors and the nurse had said they would be here by ten. <br />When they got here the doctor smiled an' gave me some perfume to smell, <br />An' told me not to cry at all, coz pretty soon I would be well. <br /> <br />When I woke up Ma smiled an' said: 'It's all right now'; but in my head <br />It seemed like wheels were buzzing round and everywhere I looked was red. <br />An' I can't eat hard cookies yet, nor use my voice at all to shout, <br />But Pa an' Ma seem awful glad that I have had my tonsils out.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tonsils/
