Its mammography day, ‘hip hip hooray’, I’m really not that scared,
I’ve had a few; I’m quite expert and thoroughly prepared.
The waiting room is always cold and full of anxious faces,
The magazines are old and tired, with bits missing in some places,
The crosswords’ just a relay race to hand on empty spaces.
I sit in line with other gals, our breasts all at the ready,
And hope the radiographer’s hands are warm, confident and steady,