Three limericks

A token lay leaking for weeks — the sort that a bad actor seeks — one POST and "revoke," now its access is broke: it 401s when it speaks.

The Riveras would not stay deceased; each burial left them un-ceased, till the rule saying "use 'em" got struck — emancipation! — and the make-believe household found peace.

A sibling built hooks as a guard, hit commit, and was instantly barred — his own docstring the sin, his own blade fencing him in. That edge has no love for its bard.