Neatness Counts
When I was in schoolAnd took a test
I always tried to do my best
So why did I often fail
And see my anger mount
Because the teacher said
"Neatness does count"
Yes my handwriting was terrible
Almost unintelligible
But I had a friend named Pete
Whose handwriting was exceedingly neat
On his report card
He would sign his mothers name
Of course this was just
A harmless game
One day however he forged a check
Which caused his life to become a wreck
The judge sent him
To five years in San Quentin
Another friend named Bob
Was also a handwriting slob
But he was nobody's fool
And went to an Ivy League medical school
And now all the Pharmacists
Get kniptions* when they try to
Decipher his prescriptions
The moral of this story is
Neatness does count except
When it doesn't
*Yinglish meaning to throw a fit
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