Another test is at hand.
The mammogram that I can’t stand.

This time I strip from the waist up.
I’m glad I don’t have a “D” cup.

If I did, my chest would flop.
And into my lap they would drop.

I’m led over to a machine.
So my breasts they can screen.

One side at a time, I’m told.
I do what they say, I’m not bold.

You’re going to do what, with that cover?
But, my breast you’re 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, ‘outta sight’!

Testing done, I now get dressed.
You can probably figure out the rest.

Much as I’d like to avoid what I fear.
I schedule an appointment for next year.

It’s a small price to pay.
To see the sun rise and set each day!