Skunks and Jelly Fish

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Two poems the first one is called "Skunked" and the second "The Jellyfish"

Summary for the first poem: Wilson is “attacked” by a skunk and can’t get rid of the smell.
Warnings for the first poem: I don’t love the ending, I think it would have been better had I really come up with a solution (couldn’t find one) instead of just saying House found something that worked).  It’s not officially slash, but if you want to see it that way you can.  Also, I don’t love the rhyme scheme here.  I changed it a few times and used some almost rhymes.
Rating rating for the first poem: G

Summary for the second poem: A series of limericks describing Wilson’s encounter with a Jellyfish
Rating for the second poem: PG to be safe
Warnings for the second poem: A close friendship, almost slash relationship between House and Wilson, sort of OOC behavior, and while I was very careful in my jellyfish investigation, I did not list the steps in their proper order (because I needed it to work as a limerick) and left out some of the details.  Also, House doses Wilson again.
Also, there are no jellyfish in any of the badges or anywhere else on the camp page but both of these were loosely inspired by the Animal Crackers drabble prompt.  It’s just not an actual response.

Skunked
Their suitcases were incredibly heavy but House was of no use
His pained, crippled leg provided a wonderful excuse.
So, Wilson shouted at him to tidy up around their bunk.
This put the older man into a funk.
He stormed off, leaving the door open a crack,
And into their cabin wondered a lost, lonely skunk.

Later, an apologetic House arrived at the scene,
Just in time to hear poor Wilson scream .
To the cabin floor was Jimmy had fell,
 Greg was instantly overwhelmed by the smell.

House began to pull off his best friend’s clothes
And took them outside to be disposed.
“We might have to burn those to get rid of this stink.”
Wilson’s cheeks flushed bright pink.

Together they climbed into the shower,
And scrubbed and cleansed for the better part of an hour
Tomato juice and tomato paste
Were applied to Wilson in the tub, but just went to waste.

After ten desperate nights and horrible stinky days
House went searching online for something to take the smell away
And found a crazy—and secret—solution that made everything okay.


The Jellyfish
There once was an oncologist called Jim
On a warm July morn’ he decided to go for a swim.
Beneath his feet he felt something go squish.
It turned out to be a rather crabby jellyfish.
And now he’s got a massively pained limb.

Wilson returned to his hotel room limping, his leg covered in sores
Greg was grateful for the distraction from vacation bore.
The fact that Jimmy was unprepared for this emergency shocked his pal House
Wilson iced his injured foot and started to grouse,
“Jellyfish are almost nonexistent by these shores!”

Wilson washed his wound with water from the sea
Then, House applied a vinegar solution to poor Jimmy
Greg removed the stinger cells
From their many poker games, he’d learned Jimmy’s tells
“I’ll grab some Vicodin.  You’ll need it.  Trust me.”

Wilson said, “I don’t see how getting stoned will do me any good.”
House replied, “Not being in agony can aid in recovery.  Really, it would.”
Wilson whispered “For now I’ll just rest and apply some hydrocortisone cream.”
More concerned than ever, House began to plan and scheme.
Despite obvious discomfort Wilson argued, “I just don’t think I should.”

Shaking, sweating, and in agony; Wilson became convinced he was dying,
But when House asked how he felt, Jimmy kept lying
So Greg gave him some tea in a cup
And made sure Jimmy drank it all up
Thanks to some crushed Vicodin in his mug, Wilson was flying.

“There were drugs in that tea.  Don’t lie; we both know it’s true.”
“Sorry, I didn’t know what else to do.”
“I thought we had an agreement.  No more drugging each other.”
“This was an emergency.  As for future attempts there will never be another.”
Wilson confessed, “I really need those pills; thank you.”