by Margo Maris
Friday, August 23, 2002
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Another test is at hand.
The mammogram that I canít stand.
This time I strip from the waist up.
Iím glad I donít have a ďDĒ cup.
If I did, my chest would flop.
And into my lap they would drop.
Iím led over to a machine.
So my breasts they can screen.
One side at a time, Iím told.
I do what they say, Iím not bold.
Youíre going to do what, with that cover?
But, my breast youíre going to smother!
And so now the compression begins.
If only my waist could get that thin!
They x-ray the left, and then the right
It gives new meaning to the words, Ďoutta sightí!
Testing done, I now get dressed.
You can probably figure out the rest.
Much as Iíd like to avoid what I fear.
I schedule an appointment for next year.
Itís a small price to pay.
To see the sun rise and set each day!