Waiting for my Mammogram
While waiting for my mammogram,
A most annoying test,
I had a thought no poetry
Has up to now addressed.
About the ones whose job is
Squeezing every woman’s breast
And manipulating angles
‘Til it’s properly finessed.
With each mammary maneuver,
Getting patients more distressed,
She keeps kneading and adjusting,
Like a potter who’s possessed.
What a way to make a living!
Though it’s time that I confessed
That I feel much better getting
These reproaches off my chest.
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