Limericks for Sick!Wilson
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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
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
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Date: 2012-06-14 01:25 pm (UTC)I actually think House loves Wilson so much he would even pray.
Liked all three, but my favorite's the first, because having Hilson become a verb is just the best.
[Also, it's cheering me up: today my own Wilsony did the last three lines, except the bed was a rock in the school's playground. There's indeed a lot of blood, even though it's a really minor cut just under his right eyebrow.]
OT: Are limericks common throughout the English-speaking world?
They're unknown in Italian.
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