Only In America.


The lawyer thought himself so clever,
He changed his name to Trevor,
And almost stamped his foot,
When he his question put.

"Before you did the autopsy perform,
Did you follow form,
And check for a pusle,
Which might your knife repulse?"

The witness he said "No."

"Did you check for blood pressure,
So you could of death be sure?"

The witness he said "No."

"Did you," the lawyer asked,
As in his cleverness he basked.
"Ensure there was no breathing,
Which might to life give meaning?"

The witness he said "No."

The lawyer then continued,
As he his point persued.
"The patient might then have been alive,
Until your scalpel did him of life deprive?"

The doctor he said "No."

The lawyer then the doctor took to task,
When he did ask.
"How can you be sure?
For does a doctor never make,
A mistake?
How did you ensure,
Your decision was mature?"

"His brain," the doctor said,
Getting in his face a little red,
"Was in a bottle on my table,
And so I to decide was able."

"That," the lawyer said, "maybe so,
But I into this would further go,
And say that life perhaps was feasible,"
Then pausing for a moment,
To ensure his message was to the jury sent.
"Was it not just possible,
The patient was alive,
And you at a wrong decision did arrive?"

To the bait the doctor rose,
Saying; "I suppose,
That if you this way would go,
It might just be so.
The patient might have been alive,
And I at a wrong conclusion did arrive.
For life in a bottle,
Any brain would throttle.

And as it would the patient bore,
He possibly that day,
Was alive, as you say,
Practicing I'm sure the law."

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This, by all accounts, is a versification of a true story.
However, I am unable to give you a reference for it.

---October 14, 2007---


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