Marital Relations

I was reading the sports page,
At our breakfast nook table,
When my wife brought up

The mammogram experience
She had had the day before.
She wanted sympathy, and I gave her none.

Frustrated, trying to make me understand
What she had been through,
She asked me, “How would you like to have your balls in a vice?”

This uncharacteristic remark
Caused me to look up from the newspaper.
And say, “Thank you, but I’m already married.”

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