From the Vogon Poetry Generator.
See, see the motherly sky
Marvel at its big slime green depths.
Tell me, Private Hudson do you
Wonder why the warted toad ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel fuzzy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your snergelfitz facial growth
That looks like
A bottle of ranch dressing.
What's more, it knows
Your purloined potting shed
Smells of booger.
Everything under the big motherly sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm dead clowns.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Vogon Poetry
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Vogon poetry really melts my brain.
Snap snap snap snap snap
(The coffee house finger snap applause that was.)
What !! Another season on last comic standing!!
Looks like jay london .
Okay ( he said just standing there dumbfounded What does it mean he thought to himself. is there some profound truth hidden in the ramlbilings of the mad alien. It was then fate decided to pull him out of his contepmplation, by delivering the unkindest cut of all.) " Hey what happened to my wallet? That poet guy stole it."
See, see the smelly sky
Marvel at its big turquoise depths.
Tell me, bob do you
Wonder why the kiwi ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel itchy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your blivit facial growth
That looks like
A salsa.
What's more, it knows
Your ****le rotary engine potting shed
Smells of poop.
Everything under the big smelly sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm mothers.
The putrid moss decomposing on the slag heap,
spreads fetered odors of decay around,
the noxious gas stink of morose yellowy green ooze,
reminds me of my puss covered mother.
just stands completely in a date
See, see the Death sky
Marvel at its big kiwi depths.
Tell me, Pantha do you
Wonder why the hog ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel dazed.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your hobahku facial growth
That looks like
A blood.
What's more, it knows
Your spooge potting shed
Smells of peas.
Everything under the big Death sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm roses.
Ahhhhh!, my head, my ears, my brain, not vogon poetry!!!!
Why doesn't it bother any of you?
Cotton in the ears.
Charm only dead clowns....LOL
Have a great day!!!!
It has a fascination. Not quite Elizabeth Barrett Browning, though.
You made that name up.
No, actually Mrs. Barrett Browning was a real lady.
And I'm partial to langston hughes
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