Least Original User Name Ever
Checked the goat, checked the squid, checked the lever;
Told the midget “Get dressed
In that two-piece”; then pressed
That “launch” button and joined us forever.
enigm4tic: Asks
For limerick. Gets haiku
Instead. Foiled again! :mad:
Er… we need a new goat. 
At least he suffered less than the trebuchet one. :eek:
“Poor goats!” said dogbutler sadly,
"How cruel that they’re treated so badly,
Whether flung by a lever
Or burned like a fever
Some day they’ll fight back – with a Bradley?" :eek:
Aw, Sunspace, you’ve barely got started. 
This limerick game is lighthearted 
It’s playful and silly 
So jump right in – really! 
And make up a poem using “farted.” 
:eek: it’s a harsh world we live in.
Me either. Nor haiku, nor sonnet, nor quatrain, nor quintain, nor ode, nor even a lousy couplet.
There once was a Doper, not new.
Of cats she had found quite a few.
She posted, did not sign
Out; her cats went online.
They spent the whole day going mew. 
I am not doing that in Cat.
A couplet for TroubleAgain?
How sad that you never have been
Even given that much
Of an ego-stroke touch
Let alone five full lines of refrain.
Yeeee–aaaahhhhhhhhh, that felt good! Thanks!
Granted that I have not been posting terribly frequently, but what have I gained for my $15? No poem, not even a goat.
I would like a villanelle, please.
I didn’t get no steenkin’ poetry when I joined, either. Not that I’ve been stewing over that slight ever since then, night and day, tossing and turning in bed, walking the streets lost in solitary anguish into the wee hours, no sirree, not me.
For our newest Doper, though, may I say:
Roses are red,
The Straight Dope is fun,
We all hope that Cattitude
Will have a good run!
Ahem:
Mrs. Millamant
Do not go gentle into that good Dope,
Old goats should burn and rave at close of thread;
Rage, rage against the posting of the Snope.
Though Mrs. Millamant knows how to cope,
Because such goats had sporked no lightning, they
Do not go gentle into that good Dope
Good goats, the last trot by, bleating how rope
Their frail deeds might have bound in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the posting of the Snope.
Wild goats who prinked and baahed to calliope,
And learn, too late, they butt it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good Dope.
Brave goats, near Hal, who halt their sheepish lope,
Blind ewes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the posting of the Snope.
And you, Mrs. Millamant, there enmeshed in hope,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good Dope.
Rage, rage against the posting of the Snope.
I thank you most kindly, sir and/or madam. (One doesn’t want to presume.)
What? No poem for EddyTeddyFreddy :eek:
Who’s always armed with a rhyme at the ready!
This clever raconteur,
our poetic force majeuere,
we are only lyric foals with legs so unsteady.
(neighs, and stumbles over in an attempt to follow up to a trot)
heh 
EddyTeddyFreddy is a Definition #3 madam, although not (as far as I know) a Definition #5 one.
As for Kotick, I’m guessing on the pronunciation of your name:
You may see words quite exotic
From the Doper who goes by Kotick.
There’s also a new guy, BobPi –
Hope they know to append “TMI”
To postings of matters erotic.
Our dear EddyTeddyFreddy
About us at a pace rather steady
Bursts forth with verse,
But it could be worse,
say… odes from a big hungry yeti.
Disclaimer: Any yetis mentioned in this poem are fictional works of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual Monstres, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The SDMB always invites
Posters to back up with “CITES”?
When it comes to photos of a cat
It has been said that
We’ve more pussy than some porn sites.
The poetry is nice, and all, but isn’t it time we got down to business? Now who’s got the chocolate syrup, the left-handed, turbo-powered spatula (with port and starboard attachments), and the kiddie pool?
snaps on rubber gloves
Cattitude–just try and relax, m’kay?