Vogon Poetry
Jan. 29th, 2003 07:59 pmGenerate your own here.
See, see the old sky
Marvel at its big brown depths.
Tell me, do you
Wonder why the hippopotamus ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel groggy?
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your blimfoggle facial growth
That looks like
A carrot.
What's more, it knows
Your finger potting shed
Smells of sprout.
Everything under the big old sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm feet.
See, see the old sky
Marvel at its big brown depths.
Tell me, do you
Wonder why the hippopotamus ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel groggy?
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your blimfoggle facial growth
That looks like
A carrot.
What's more, it knows
Your finger potting shed
Smells of sprout.
Everything under the big old sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm feet.
Re:
Date: 2003-01-30 07:21 am (UTC)I like the poetry. I like being able to see which words you gave in answer to the same questions.