Vogon poetry

See, see the anxious sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me, Biker do you
Wonder why the horse fly ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel drowsy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your vlegoromious facial growth
That looks like
A cream cheese.
What’s more, it knows
Your pulcritude potting shed
Smells of paramecium.
Everything under the big anxious sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm feets.

0 thoughts on “Vogon poetry”

  1. I used the link in the title, but didn’t see where I could make my own. I must admit, though, that after looking at the site my comment “um…” still stands.

  2. See, see the tidy sky
    Marvel at its big orange depths.
    Tell me, Lucien do you
    Wonder why the gorilla ignores you?
    Why its foobly stare
    makes you feel warm.
    I can tell you, it is
    Worried by your murp facial growth
    That looks like
    A mustard.
    What’s more, it knows
    Your snit potting shed
    Smells of aphid.
    Everything under the big tidy sky
    Asks why, why do you even bother?
    You only charm noses.

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