Limerick poems

One day a person named Austin’
Liked making cotton very often’
He went into a fight’
With a guy that gave him a fright’
So he fought until he was filled with exhaustion’
And made friends with the guy that was actually called norton.

there was a guy named fry’
That really liked to lie’
Suddenly he fell into a hole’
And met a talking mole’
But then got dust in his eye’
And his eye started to cry’