Poem
Entry posted by Stu_thailand ·
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My Mum just sent me this. It's about the horrible experience that you girls have when you get older, when going for a Mammogram. (Breast Cancer check).
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
"OK," I said "let's do it."
"Stand u 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 hooters in a vice!
My skin was outstretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.
Excruciating pain I felt,
Within its vicelike grip
A prisoner in this viscious thing,
My poor defenceless ***!
"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 they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold.
I have no wish to see again
My knockers getting steam rolled.
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 their balls in there
and see how they come out!!!!!!!!
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