Squashed Boobies
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My maternal grandma died of breast cancer when she was about 40 - the poem is based purely on MY past four experiences of mammograms which I found to be quite painful yet other ladies may have a better experience.
A MAN'S LIFETIME RISK OF BREAST CANCER IS ABOUT 1 IN 1000
Guys if you can imagine you balls being clamped in a vice .... I will say no more!
Tonight I found a letter on my doormat
It was addressed to me – oh fancy that
I opened it and it does say
Please come for a mammogram one Monday
My heart sank like an enormous stone
With sinking spirits, I let out a huge moan
They take one of your very precious ‘norks’
Clamp it so hard your eyes pop out on stalks
Then leave you imprisoned and take a pic
Tell you it may be uncomfortable – just a little bit
They lied, they lied, they blooming lied
I found it so painful I could have cried
Oh joy of joys now they must do the other side
One boob squashed like a pancake, the other I want to hide
But they get you quick before you can escape
They need to scan both boobies there can be no mistake
Men and women can BOTH get breast cancer
Checking your breasts regularly is the answer
Jan Allison
15th September 2014
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2014
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