Limerick(s) of the Week, Special Halloween Edition
Witch in the Woods, Bitch in the 'Hood
The witch in the woods had the final say
That bitch in the 'hood was making me pay
For spurning her advance
Instead, looking askance
That evoked her voodoo curses my way
***
I doubled over with a stitch in my side
Troubled moreover, a switch in my stride
The pins in a doll
Made my heart stall
All the hallmarks of that fitch outside
***
I bled from every hole that I had
Hematocrit falling bleeding plaid
Vascular systems collapsed
And my wherewithal lapsed
'Til I couldn't get out of my bed
***
Blood from my eyes was the way I cried
Tourniquet on my neck was the way I tried
To keep from bleeding out
And connipting about
All failed and finally up-and-died
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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Hahahahahahhahahahahaha I especially loved the ending! Your limericks were fantastic!
That witch needs a reckoning.