Between Us Girls . . .
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 always wore a bra.
After 40 years of careful care,
The doctor found a lump.
He ordered up a mammogram
To look inside that clump.
“Stand up very close,” she said,
As she got my breast in line.
“And tell me when it hurts,” she said
“Ah, yes! There! That’s just fine.”
She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate was pressing down,
My boob was in a vise!
My skin was stretched and stretched
From way up by my chin.
My poor breast was being squashed
To Swedish Pancake thin!
Excruciating pain I felt,
Within its viselike grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless tit.
“Take a deep breath,” she said to me.
Who does she think she’s kidding?
My chest is smashed in her machine,
I can’t breathe and weary I am getting.
“There, that was good,” I heard her say,
As the room was swaying.
“Now let’s get the other one.”
“Lord, have mercy,” I was praying.
I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there
It would have popped by now.
This machine was made by man,
Of this I have no doubt!
I’d like to get his balls in there
And listen to HIM shout!!!!!!