Curves of Pink

Curves of Pink I haven’t got them ..so I don’t know, but know the cancer gallows; its cruel steal of figure and life, families bereft babies dry Whether fame or oblivion steers your life it takes the curves which make you wife, early detection I believe the key, protects you from the surgeon’s knife And if the surgeon is a man, does he feel the way a woman can?...or perhaps it’s another sad job for him, putting your beauty in a bin (Curves a woman make?....no…there’s more to her than than shimmy and shake!) So let’s fight together the battle’s on, wether you are daughter or son, press on with courage, a mighty gun, and never stop till battle’s won! Written for contest 22/09/15 Peter Lewis Holmes