h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

We stunbled into a bar-land
Where booze was plentiful

I became a drunken fool
And soon felt the back of the star's hand

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What can we do about simulposts?

We'll determine who's guilty the mosts!

We'll tie up their thumbs
and make them eat crumbs.

Until they just turn into s

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Perhaps that's a little bit harsh;

lets just chuck 'em into a marsh

with a big lump of cork

and a bit of roast Pork
thees id quicklee becomin a Farsh,sh,sh,sh

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you could try a little more water
or a little less booze than you aughta

or switching to ,
Dark or pale

Before hooking up with your boss's daughter.


I went to see the whirling Dirvishes
Dispite my feeling of nervousness

The way that they spin
Well!! It sucked me right in

And now I am spinning with Curdishes!


While trundling down shady lane,
A gent offered me some cocaine

I sniffed some, I coughed,
My septum fell off
And bounced down the street and a drain




I came in from the rain with my towel

Now it's starting to smell quite foul

I wiped myself quickly
And now I feel sickly

I think I need a bowl!



I woke up this morning

stretching and yawning

Wrapped in some awning.
And feeling a little bewildered.

simposts happen! but it helps if the last recorded
can point us in the direction we should be heading,
- either - withdraw, amend, or complete, we can't
decide

I woke up this morning
stretching and yawning
and feeling a little bewildered
wrapped up in an awning


as daylight was dawning
with my trousers just hanging unzippered

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Oft times, you just have to try

To be an industrial spy