From:    Coeta Mills
To:      Donna                                  Nov-09-93 04:37PM
Subject: ODE

                ODE TO A MAMOGRAM

 For years 'n years they told me,
    "Be careful of your breasts.
 Don't ever squeeze or bruise them,
    And give them monthly tests."

 So I heeded all their warnings
    And practiced them by Law ...
 Guarded them every carefully,
    And always wore a bra.

 After 30 years of careful care,
   The doctor found a lump,
 He ordered up a mamogram
   To look inside that clump.

 "Stand up very close", she said,
    As she got my tit in line,
 "And tell me when it hurts," she said,
    Ah yes!   There!  That's just fine."

  She stepped upon a pedal...
    I could not believe my eyes!
  A plastic plate was pressing down...
    My boob was in a vice!!

 My skin was stretched 'n stretched
    From way up by my chin,
 And my poor tit was being squashed
    To Swedish pancake thin!!

 Excruciating pain I felt,
    Within its vice-like grip,
 A prisoner in this vicious thing,
    My poor defenseless tit!

 "Take a deep breath" she said to me
    Who does she think she's kidding?
 My chest is mashed in her machine,
    I can't breathe and woozy I am getting.

 "There, that was good," I heard her say
    As the room was slowly swaying.
 "Now lets get the other one,"
    "Lord, have mercy," I was praying,

 It squeezed me from the up and down,
    It squeezed me from both sides,
 I'll bet she's never had this done
    To her tender little hide!

 If I had no problem when I came in,
    I surely have one now....
 If there had been a cyst in there,
    It would have popped--KER-POW!!

  This machine was made by MAN,
    Of this I have no doubt ....
 I'd like to get his balls in there,
    For months he'd go "without"!!