I admonished the Rowlster thus:
Flush the prescriptions
without a fuss!
Indeed, with much gusto
and a hearty “hooray!”
'Natural' he did go
ergo grief went away!
But, well, you know
that he lived in PA.
After spring melts the snow
those damn ticks will hold sway!
Musing about his situation, perhaps ticks were the least of his worries!
As it turns out, with a bitter divorce now several years behind him, he met and married a girl from India.
Oddly, she stays on that continent most of the time, last I heard, making Rowlster’s status that of “Supposedly married”.