No Remedy We Have To Return

My husband has always loved The African bush and the wild, From the time he was only a child, So, when he was old enough in his late teens, Persuaded Andre a school friend, That the bush was serene, But hubby did not expect a disaster so unforeseen. It was Winter, the month of July, That they left for this trip, Both excited, Andre apprehensive of Being in winter’s bitter grip. Spiders were about galore, they saw baboons A jackal, and snakes on every path they took, And one Andre accidentally trod on with his foot. Well, hell hath no fury as the wrath Of a hibernating snake, Which viciously with all its venom Bit Andre with might, His scream was one of pain and fright, Do something quickly he cried. Neither had anticipated this, Hubby had to find Help, he hastened along a beaten track, Having assured Andre, he would soon be back. He found kindred souls who loved the wild As much as he, lo and behold one was a doctor. Andre related the story to this doctor, He shocked her, Immediately she said, go back and suck Out the poison, The snake you described that struck Your friend, is poisonous but not To any great extent, You could retrace your steps Along the same path, Hubby whispered in the doctor’s ear, Where the snake with wrath Had bit Andre, she laughed aloud, Well, you have to choose what to do, It must be one of the two. Hubby slowly returned, giving himself Time to ponder and review, Her prognosis, for one of the two options, He certainly was going to discount, The one of sucking the poison out, Without a shadow of doubt, The snake had bit Andre on his willy! He returned to his friend who looked pale, Who or what did you find, A doctor, who advised something silly, What did he say, Well, said hubby, today is not your day, We must return right away, Andre only seventeen began to cry, Hubby declared, If we don’t, you will surely die!