Grounded and Hounded
Soon to be surrounded. #MotherCombs'LimerickChallenge
If your health is failing, you're out of luck
Confined to your bed, there's a reason you're stuck
While your immune system's pounded
You're being hounded
You're being hunted by the Black Shuck
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Thavien's Token: "This limerick has been constructed for Mother Combs' Limerick Challenge."
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I just Googled Black Shuck. It reminded me of the Grim from Harry Potter. Awesome limerick!
Oh, I like this one.