What's the point of tonsils?
Are they there just to annoy?
For my throat is fiery red and sore,
This really is no joy.
I'm sure they have it in for me,
And laugh whilst they rebel!
No doubt they must have planned for weeks,
To give me pain and swell!
My voice is thin and raspy,
So it even hurts to speak!
These dastardly expanding glands,
Are making me feel weak!
I've asked before just what they do,
But nobody could tell.
So I suppose my Tonsils' only use,
Are weeks off school, unwell!
©2005 Gareth Lancaster
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