Tumour Humour: Titter Ye Not

They’re big and they’re flopsy
They had a biopsy

Wore a gown like a nightie
My clothes in the lockers
Some people like me
But I do have my knockers

Tubes in my boobs
Making maps of my baps
Taking bits of my tits
Then I got the answer
It’s cancer
Oh shit

Next appointment
They will be pointing
Their surgical pistols
Straight at my Bristols

If I laugh at my thrups
I can cheer myself up
And do what they expect of me:
A successful lumpectomy

My friends are all sending me kisses and hugs
Their very breast wishes to Janine and her jugs

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