Vogon Poetry
Created | Updated Oct 20, 2010
Green Underpants.
Oh spindle worble on thy feebleshanks,
Doth gangle roo,
In buckets on the poobang.
Does two and two make four?
Gangle gangle gangle.
Oh mighty gangle in thy mirror,
I praise thee with thy fooblee tug tug.
And when the worble rises,
And stands upon the snuffgot,
All nightclag pangles scrotch and lag.
The warriors of itskall doodah.
Stand ready in the muckbag.
With scroobles aimed and farchings,
They pour down from the yukno.
And scramble with thy crossdfangle.
Gangle gangle gangle.
The call is loud and skinforken,
All day the itskall doodans,
Will spindle and worble with thy pangles.
Old feebleshanks will prove again,
That poobang is but zorvandingbangwallop.
In the darkness of the gangle roo,
Comes Gusbagnoseknuckle poobreath.
And all do flee in terror.
Anonymous
Oh spindle worble on thy feebleshanks,
Doth gangle roo,
In buckets on the poobang.
Does two and two make four?
Gangle gangle gangle.
Oh mighty gangle in thy mirror,
I praise thee with thy fooblee tug tug.
And when the worble rises,
And stands upon the snuffgot,
All nightclag pangles scrotch and lag.
The warriors of itskall doodah.
Stand ready in the muckbag.
With scroobles aimed and farchings,
They pour down from the yukno.
And scramble with thy crossdfangle.
Gangle gangle gangle.
The call is loud and skinforken,
All day the itskall doodans,
Will spindle and worble with thy pangles.
Old feebleshanks will prove again,
That poobang is but zorvandingbangwallop.
In the darkness of the gangle roo,
Comes Gusbagnoseknuckle poobreath.
And all do flee in terror.
Anonymous
