poem about the Toradol

 In the realm where pain wields its might,

There stands a warrior, Toradol, in its flight, A remedy for agony's unrelenting spree, A relief in moments when pain runs free.

Ketorolac, its chemical hue, Toradol, the savior, tried and true, In the landscape of pain, where it prevails, It eases the anguish, where suffering trails.

Oh, Toradol, in your pharmacologic sphere, You temper the ache, the agony sear, With your NSAID prowess, a fighter's role, You calm the discomfort, restoring a whole.

In the kingdom where pain's thorns embed, Toradol emerges, alleviating dread, A champion against inflammation's sway, Easing the torments that once held sway.

But within its might, a caution's rhyme, Consultation with guides for the mindful time, For in each unique body's span, Toradol's embrace requires a cautious plan.

So here's a tribute to Toradol's might, In the symphony of pain, a beacon's light, A warrior, a healer, in the body's din, Toradol, in its essence, let relief begin.