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MAMMOGRAM For years and years they told me, Be careful of your breasts.
Don't ever squeeze or bruise them. And give them monthly tests.
So I heeded all their warnings, and protected them by law. Guarded them very carefully, and I always wore my bra.
After 30 years of astute care, My gyno, Dr. Pruitt, Said I should get a Mammogram. "O.K," I said, "let's do it."
"Stand up here real close" she said,
(She got my boob in line), "And tell me when it hurts," she said, "Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."
She stepped upon a pedal; I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down, My hooter's in a vice!
My skin was stretched and mangled, From underneath my chin. My poor boob was being squashed, To Swedish Pancake thin.
Excruciating pain I felt, Within its vice-like grip. A prisoner in this vicious thing, My poor defenceless tit!
"Take a deep breath" she said to me,
Who does she think she's kidding?!? My chest is mashed in her machine, And woozy I am getting.
”There, that's good," I heard her say, (The room was slowly swaying.) "Now,
let's have a go at the other one." Have mercy, I was praying.
It squeezed me from both up and down; It squeezed me from both sides. I'll bet SHE'S never had this done,
To HER tender little hide.
Next time that they make me do this, I will request a blindfold. I have no wish to see again, My knockers getting steamrolled.
If I had no problem when I came in, I surely have one now. If there had been a cyst in there, It would have gone "ker-pow!"
This machine was created by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt. I'd like to stick his bits in there, and see how THEY come out.
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