Tue
Feb
24
Vogon Poetry
See, see the your mom sky
Marvel at its big paisley depths.
Tell me, eric do you
Wonder why the lap dog ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel excited.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your worflockenspack facial growth
That looks like
A red leaf lettuce.
What’s more, it knows
Your fag potting shed
Smells of pus ball.
Everything under the big your mom sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm raspberry vinegars.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/vogonpoetry/lettergen.shtml