Hm. I’m a Pitizen? I never knew.
Thanks. I think. Is that a good thing?
Aesiron is musing, “A Pitizen?
Is that white- or is that black-hatted citizen?”
If you post in the Pit
Kind or cruel, flame or wit,
Yes, you are, says the tri-titled witizen. 
Hey, I’m doing the best that I can
To deduce how the screen names will scan
And will rhyme. But obscure
Names? It’s hard to be sure.
Hey, cityboy – “six” or “sixteen”?
Christmas time is always so pleasant,
For family time, games, and pheasant.
Annie-Xmas is sad,
'cause it’s her b-day; that’s bad?
Remember: every year you’re the best present! 
A Doper named EddyTeddyFred
Has so many cats that all shed.
Her poems are the most
But every time she posts
She leaves cat hair all over the thread.
I see a poster named Yogini,
My knowledge of who is so teeny.
How do you do?
Pleased to meet you.
So do you wear Speedos or a bikini?
ETF, your question I had not seen
But now I know what you mean
Your rhyme I had to reread
You did try both ways indeed
'Twas right the first time: 16.
Hi harmless, how you doin?
Looks like you’re needing a clue-in
I wear a bikini
while sipping a bellini
at the beach or maybe sea-doo’n
In fact I’ll be there this Easter
sunning my bikini-clad keister
with friends all around
no clouds to be found
and none of us using a leister
We’ll have bbq by the truckload, oh my
and for the ribs extra sauce to apply
cole slaw and baked beans
and baby spinach greens
and when come back, I’ll bring apple pie!!
Yogini
If you chance to meet SanguineSpider
At a Dopefest, and sit down beside her
Have no fear you’ll be gored
By her spear and her sword –
Unless, of course, you deride her!
There once was a doper named Trunk
Who would limerick himself, so he thunk
He got underway
With the oldest cliche
And from then on his limerick did stunk
Indeed there was a poster named Trunk
who thought his first limerick stunk
but he could try a-gain
ignorance he’d feign
or else explain that he was quite drunk
So come again soon Trunk and give it a go
for we’re all amateurs here, you should know
though ETF is the best
she wouldn’t protest
though it surely may not be quid pro quo.
Re-reading the OP’s direction
I realize my small insurrection
Of posting my own
name in my poem.
I shall now name ennui and dejection*
(*2 total posts. last activity over a year ago)
One Yogini says she’ll bring pies,
That’ll go straight to my thighs. :rolleyes:
She wears a bikini
She must be so teeny.
Bet she gets hit on by all the guys. 
EddyTeddyFreddy’s been so quiet
Come on! Your limericks are a riot!
You started this game
Now pick a new name……
(Perhaps she’s on holiday at the Hyatt?)
Well, hello to new poster Trunk!
You’re limericks stink? That’s bunk.
It brought me a smile,
So post for a while
And then we’ll all go for a cool dunk.
There was a young lass near Nantucket
who tried to mix rhymes in a bucket.
Said EddyTedFred
off the top of her head,
“If the meter don’t scan, just say ‘nugget’!”
Well, harmless, I couldn’t boast teeny
but most don’t flirt with this meanie
for I have an S-O
a right jealous beau
so I must scowl at those unwitting weanie
By the by Moose does “nugget” rhyme with “bucket”
I know the latter, for sure does with “Nantucket”
so I’ll suggest another word
a place maybe you’ve heard
of in Thailand, a tropical isle, name of Phucket
I swear it is real, that I know
and I do wish someday to go
but not so soon
for first there’s the moon
I’m off to find that billionaire 'schmo
For that is my ticket to ride into space
and I may even let him reach second base
for I’m truly a giver
but the S-O might deliver
all of my personal effects to a storage space!
Come limerick with us, lurker Trunk!
The use of your own name ain’t bunk.
It’s harmless, I’d say,
So with ETF play
While Sternvogel swears: “I’m not drunk!”
Yogini is setting the pace;
NoClueBoy swings by to say grace.
SanguineSpider drops in
Over Blonde’s hair to spin
A web of the finest silk lace.
EddyTeddyFreddy
On this fine April night,
I hope your horses are dreaming
Of a full moon this fine night.
You’re glowing like the metal
On the edge of a knife
C’mon! Hold on tight!
Meatloaf is for dinner tonight.
So into this thread walked poor Daisy
Who was worried they’d all think her crazy.
For I can rhyme it, you see,
If I rhyme it with me,
Or maybe I’m just too damn lazy.
I know Eddy began this fine lark,
and I see it’s no walk in the park.
So before I was lurking,
And now my brain’s working.
I sure hope I can leave my mark.
This is a limerick thread
But Blonde has decided instead
To write in verse
But I won’t curse
While the dashboard light plays in my head.
In this thread, DaisyFace
You can surely find a place
No-one will complain
For you are quite sane
And will leave much more than a trace.
Well, the consonants are both glottal stops. . .
If I must post perfection, try this (forgive the self-reference):
There is an old Doper, Bullwinkle,
whose eyes do most merrily twinkle
except when his pros-
tate makes him quite cross
cuz he must log off and go tinkle.
I’ll be right back. . .
Iambic pentameter, glottal stops
I feel like I’ve met the limerick cops
I just try to rhyme
which takes up some time
'til I learn, I’ll keep getting busted chops
It’s good we’re still going
welcome Daisy, good showing
I enjoy this distraction
and Doper interaction
thankfully my boss is easy-going
He started a limerick; then Moose
To the lieu was compelled to vamoose
For his prostate enforces
Such limited courses
Of rhyming before it must loose.
But fear not! We can put in his place
As a rhymer our dear DaisyFace.
cityboy916
Takes a bow in this scene.
OneYogini of rhymes has a brace.