The Odd Revelation about Mary’s Dad

The Odd Revelation about Mary’s Dad.

“Slowly does it,” Mary said,
slipping the needle right into his head.
“We’ll go through the eye and into the brain,
He’ll not say ‘niblits and nobblers’ again.”

“Is that wise?” her friend Jenny asked.
“My brother is young but his youth will not last.
When he’s an adult he’ll say what he pleases
should he be punished for such little teases?”

“Of course,” said Mary, “for seven is old
to be saying such things and being so bold
he’ll thank us tomorrow, of that I am sure
in between mopping the dribblings and more.”

“”It just seems so harsh,” said Jen with a frown
“because sometimes he’s up and at other’s he’s down.
I’d hate to see him depressed every day
because we’ve cut off the things he might say.”

“Don’t worry,” said Mary, “a lobotomy
will do him no harm – he’ll still eat his tea
and shout at the telly and ask for more beer
he’ll be just like my dad’s been for many a year.”