(For those who wonder whether Congress will ever pass a patent reform bill, we offer the following with a tip o’ the hat to Edgar Allan Poe….)
Once upon a mid-day dreary,
While I pondered dazed and bleary,
O’er forgotten writs of Federal
Circuit law and patent lore.
Yes, I nodded, nearly napping,
But then came a nagging tapping.
Some optimist was gently rapping,
Rapping at my office door.
“‘Tis some fool,” I think I muttered,
“Waxing over writs of yore,
Only this, and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember,
It was back in some December,
When each separate Senate member
Left their tears upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the passage,
Without which I needed cabbage
To pay a bet that brought me sorrow
Sorrow for the lost reform.
Thus I asked a knowing maven
“Is there hope you can restore?”
Said he, “you’re such a crashing bore.”
Then it was in subcommittee
Prior user rights looked pretty
Pretty sure to fully slam,
Slam so shut the open door.
Still a hopeful wind so certain
Rustled an infringing curtain
Thrilled me, filled me with fantastic
Patent hopes ne’er felt before;
“The same direction” Smith did courage.
Still I am awash in worriage.
Quoth the maven; “What a snore.”
Then the hope seems much less fleeting
Marking up a bill, entreating,
Urging passage of the bill
That would balm the oozing sore.
Judiciary did hold the prior
User rights some so desire.
The Invents Act seem on fire,
Hot enough to hope restore.
I asked the maven to reveal,
Will hopes be dashed like times before?
Said he: “Who knows? Now ask no more!”