Lawyer:
Doctor, doctor, tell me why,
Your handwriting makes people cry!
Letters dance, they twist, they twirl,
Like scribbles from a dizzy squirrel!
Doctor:
Oh dear lawyer, don't be mad,
I write so fast—it's not that bad!
Patients rush, the clock won't wait,
Who has time to make it straight?
Lawyer:
But doctor, pause and hear me out,
Your notes cause panic, fear, and doubt!
A cough syrup turns into glue,
It's All because of "Doctor. Who? "
Doctor:
No No Not my fault, I must insist,
Pharmacists read—nothing is missed!
They know the trick, they crack the code,
They read my mess like a secret mode!
Lawyer:
But Patients demands, write bold and neat!
But your pen still runs at lightning speed!
Two letters show, the rest are ghosts,
Leaving all of them to guess the most!
Doctor:
Alright, alright, I'll make it clear,
I'll write like you, O my dear!
But if I take time in writing the pill,
My fee will rise just like your bill!
Ajay Amitabh Suman
Patent and Trademark Attorney,
High Court of Delhi
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