I'll start.
3 Haiku for you, reposted from last night's thread:
I post on DKos
The Man asks me what I know
I want to cry now
The leaves are turning
Golf trips to Scotland are bad
We are being watched
It is raining here
Rain has been pouring all day
When it rains, it pours
But wait! There's more!!!
Last night I posted a Public Service Announcement diary that I decided to delete before certain elements read it. The night owls here last night figured out what I was trying to say w/o actually saying, and we all had fun with it.
I'm going to repost my cryptic, Scooter-esque letter here, only I've changed it to iambic pentameter.
I've been here for a year now it is true.
Cheers and Jeers I post from me to you.
So many wrongs have happened in our land,
but positive changes can be near at hand.
We have the power to help bring justice near,
more power than we realize while we're here.
Because we're known quite widely through the 'net,
by Red Staters, Powerlines, and others we have met.
But they are not the only ones you see,
who like to know more about what they read.
It's almost time for another Halloween,
but not yet time to fear for more years three.
We all have hope that Irish luck is upon us,
as the leaves and colors change around to warn us.
The Irish have luck, and yet what do the Scots?
Naysayers? No! But Texas whorehouses--lots!
Okay, I had to change some things to get it to fit into iambic pentameter, but the same message is still there.
Now for more of an explanation, in limerick form:
There once was a girl on DKos
Who talked quite a bit to those
Who thought she could help
But she let out a yelp
It's scary when they use their nose!
So there. You must sleuth to find out the truth.