"Phillipโs Wish," by Suzanne Osorio
My nephew likes to play
Chasing the girls makes his day.
He asked his mother
If it is okay
To get his ear pierced.
She said, โNo way!โ
To poke a hole through your ear,
Is not what I want for you, dear.
He argued his point quite well,
Says even my macho pal, Mel,
Has gotten this done.
Itโs all just for fun.
Cโmon please, mom, please, what the hell.
Again Phillip complained to his mother,
Saying half his friends (including their brothers)
Are piercing their ears
And they have no fears
He wants to be like the others.
She said, โI think itโs much less.
We must do a hypothesis test.
And if you are right,
I wonโt put up a fight.
But, if not, then my case will rest.โ
We proceeded to call fifty guys
To see whose prediction would fly.
Nineteen of the fifty
Said piercing was nifty
And earrings theyโd occasionally buy.
Then thereโs the other thirty-one,
Who said theyโd never have this done.
So now this poemโs finished.
Will his hopes be diminished,
Or will my nephew have his fun?