Limerick(s) of the Week #24: 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 walking my dog

On her lawn, in the fog

Then she stepped in it, cursing my way

I doubled over with a stitch in my side

Stabbing me, making me switch in my stride

Came from pins in a doll

That made my heart stall

All the hallmarks of that fitch outside

I bled from every hole that I had

Hematocrit falling till I was bleeding plaid

Vascular systems collapsed

And my wherewithal lapsed

Until 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