And there it was that stupid little thing. <br />Training to be an obstetrician in this place <br />world's greatest took me under his left wing <br />but let me loose too early, 'just in case'. <br /> <br />A bush of hair is something pretty plain <br />in actuality I think all should be shaved <br />it would not matter one iota to her brain <br />today is sample taking day, samples are saved <br />for us to test them for rogue cells and other signs <br />of inflammation or discharge of foreign matter <br />back in the lab where, set among the pines <br />next to the shop that calls itself The Crazy Hatter. <br /> <br />We part the lips as they are called, to have a peek <br />put in the speculum and turn it very gently <br />the great professor stands behind me, what a freak <br />he looks like Dracula and drives a British Bentley. <br /> <br />It is plain modesty that tells me now to stop <br />but let me tell you that the purpose is for science <br />and to detect aberrant buggers and a crop <br />of those immortal ones that wallow in defiance. <br /> <br />It was a man with a humonguous Grecian name <br />it has been shortened to the more accepted Pap <br />he persevered with a hypothesis so tame <br />that even students saw the open, empty gap. <br /> <br />Today the test which is a rather simple smear <br />saves countless lives in many lands without much cost <br />it does prevent much needless suffering and the fear <br />that female cancer will make certain you are lost. <br /> <br />And so it is with some great heros of all time <br />they were soft spoken often nerdy, with bow ties <br />but they always thought inaction was a crime <br />if a single woman doesn't know and dies.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/obstetrics/
