Vogon Poetry
August 3rd, 2007Courtesy of the BBC, I have found an online Vogon Poetry Generator. The Vogons are known as having written the third worst poetry in the Galaxy.
So, here is my poem:
See, see the Old sky
Marvel at its big Pink depths.
Tell me, Calvin do you
Wonder why the walrus ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel Sleepy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your uberrubtan facial growth
That looks like
A tomatoe.
What’s more, it knows
Your bottom potting shed
Smells of a green snale.
Everything under the big Old sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm Blue Cheeses.
FYI: The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem’s reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.
Source: H2G2 and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vogon_poetry
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