Though unsightly is their scar,
Beautiful these women are.
In their bathing suits,
They are in cohoots
On the Colondar.
Scars they have and can't return 'em,
Scars that run from stem to sternum.
On this calendar nifty,
No one is over fifty.
All have scars and had to earn 'em.
Scarred not only are comely hens,
And Colondar is an honest blend.
(Though it is a pity
That they're not as pretty,
Included are some homely men.)
The purpose of their bareness
Is colon cancer awareness.
This cancer, we are told,
Strikes young as well as old,
Having no regard for fairness.
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