Limericks for Sick!Wilson

There was a young doctor called Wilson
One day he decided to Hilson
He jumped into the bed,
And hit his own head,
His blood, when it flowed, was quite crimson


There was a brave biker with cancer
On the road he became quite the dancer
He twirled and he turned,
His life was not burned,
House wouldn't take no for an answer


There were two good men from New Jersey
Their love for each other was worthy
They left and they rode,
Their bikes they bestrode,
And they prayed to God for some mercy