There once was a man who was straight
His prostate was feeling just great!
It changed his world that very day
For it rose and it dropped
And it rose and then stopped
Causing all of his hopes to flip flop
Causing his jaw to suddenly drop
Then what to do next?
He asked his doctor by text
Was there another test?
To put his racing mind to rest
In response the Doc massaged the gland
With one finger of his hand
After inserting it up his rear
With everyone standing clear
He then was asked to pee
The testing was not for free
Waiting for the results
He didn’t want to see
Cancer of the prostate was his fear
Oh my dear, oh my dear, oh my dear
He let it be known to everyone close
He called family from coast to coast
His life was in danger
He felt like a stranger
The news was not good!
That’s what he understood
What next, a picture to take
His whole life was at stake
In a tunnel he went
Almost an hour he spent
Boom boom boom the magnet belched
He hoped his dreams of life were not squelched
The picture, the reading, it was all so formal
His heart winced in relief when it came back normal
He was then called
The biopsy got stalled
The tests would be repeated
He was not yet defeated
To the books he went
Many hours he spent
What to eat to protect the gland
Read every article in the land
No more fat, no more meat
No more MacD’s off the street
Only Broccoli, green tea, red wine
He was happy; he was fine
Spaghetti smothered in marinara he ate
Such dining was his fate
Tomatoes and beans
Suck up those lycopenes!
In four months, another round
To see if he’s still safe and sound
PSA, urine test and MRI
To determine if he will live or die
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