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April 3, 2016 | by  | in Creative Writing |
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My Iron Cervix

Whilst muttering all for my sexual prime,

I lay on the bed and tried not to faint.

The doctor was having a hard time

so the nurse held my arm, a pre-emptive restraint.

 

I lay on the bed and tried not to faint,

fought the urge to give doctor a kick.

Nurse held my arm, a pre-emptive restraint,

frowned as my pulse and consciousness slipped.

 

Fought the urge to give doctor a kick,

but the fucking bit of plastic wouldn’t go in!

Frowning, as my pulse and consciousness slipped,

she stopped, and said your cervix is iron.

 

The fucking bit of plastic wouldn’t go in,

and the doctor was having a hard time

so she stopped, and said your cervix is iron.

All the more for my sexual prime!

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