My younger sister told me that <br />(of the two of us she was always the brighter) <br /> <br />'...that the man puts his thing <br />into the woman's thing 'n'...' <br /> <br />I said: 'No more...how could it be so! ' <br />'I mean...how stupid can you get! ' <br /> <br />'Why. . .! ' <br />(I informed her with an elderly brotherly tone) <br />'...would he want to do such a thing...mmmmmm? ' <br /> <br />'And why...! ' <br />(and this was the clincher) <br />'...would she let him? ' <br /> <br />'Hmmmmmm. . .hmmmmmm! ' <br /> <br />I rested my case and smiled smugly <br />at an invisible judge and jury. <br /> <br />She defended her information tigerishly: <br /> <br />'I don't know... <br />...but I know what I know! ' <br /> <br />I dragged her to Mam & Dad <br />(surely if anyone should know they would know) <br />and said: 'She says...! ' <br /> <br />I explained the whole lucicrous situation to them. <br /> <br />'Tell her...! ' I told them. <br />'Tell her...it isn't so! ' <br /> <br />My Dad said: 'Ah well now, son...ya know...? ' <br /> <br />I cried: 'No! ' <br />& ran away & hid! <br /> <br />*** <br /> <br />Gradually over the years I <br />grew accustomed to <br />the concept of it. <br /> <br />Until now <br />(why!) <br />I quite fancy it! <br /> <br />And see... <br />the method in the madness!<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-ignorance-is-bliss-tis-folly-to-be-wise/
