The Yearly Mammogram
I never go to the doctor, I never am that ill
But once a year regardless, I go in for my big thrill.
As a bigger breasted woman, a mammogram I must receive
Each and every year and so I've come to believe
It's a punishment for those endowed designed by those who are not.
And in this terrible vise my poor breasts are then caught.
Once they were shapely and perky until this yearly ordeal began.
Now they've changed their shape, like pancakes in a pan.
I'm sure it's not my age that has made them change this way.
Unfortunately this squashed remodel seems to be here to stay.
for Carolyns Dr. Phobia Quick Contest
p.s. I hope it makes you laugh.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2010
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