Each time the doctor pulls it out
He reads what he last wrote about . . .
Well, I have no idea at all.
Before he walks it down the hall
He mutters condescendingly,
Then makes more notes I'll never see.
Indeed, this chart I've never spied,
Yet every nurse can look inside –
So secretive, the whole affair,
With contents no one deigns to share
Since "confidentiality"
Extends, it seems, to only me.