Limericks

Three very different limericks

There was a young man full of sorrow
Who was scared that he might wake tomorrow
So he cooked up a potion
To end this emotion
And his end was the next thing to follow

There was a young girl full of joy
Who had fallen for a wonderful boy
She went to bed with great hope
For the next day they'd elope
And no longer would their love be so coy

There was an old man with the shits
Who tried everything but the flow wouldn't quit
He tried plugging his arse
With a cork that was large
But the damn thing just wouldn't bloody fit