Medical Malpractice - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
He was utterly shocked and aghast
when his eyes looked down on his cast
he had thought it would be
from the groin to the knee
but the doctor had worked very fast.
So the spindly thing there in the middle
(it is used for some tasks and to piddle)
was wrapped tight by the doc
(well it was of slight stock)
so it really was never a riddle.
But the malpractice guys got enraged
and their lawyers were quickly engaged
all the legal action
was a giant distraction
in the courtroom defense lawyers staged
a display of his previous skill.
But the fellow could not even fill
a small finger protector
with his little erector
it lay there so quiet and still.
Thus the verdict was simple and clear
(and the judge shed a crocodile tear) ,
Fifty million in gold
and a platinum mold
it was totally useless I fear.
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