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

(Drat, simpost. Go with philbo... )

And I now set out on my mission

to clear my name
re-establish my fame
and avoid the unwelcome derision.

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can't let that one go PEET

Look out! a Penguin, duck,
whoosh! splatter, too late, cluck,

Too late, I'm now dead
Can someone find my head?

Yes, but its covered in penguin muck



Music, without poetry, is simply music

*Aside - Ah Edgar Allan Poe/Aside*

Whilst rap can certainly make you-sick

for to be a *real* song
requires piccolo and gong

Or things to hit, blow or pick

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Ah, life is a wonderful song

As long as your tagging along.
If you stop though to think.
You'll be driven to drink

Or tempted to smoke a large bong



My tongue is beginning to smoulder

And hanglimp and black on my shoulder

you should use mellow stuff
or convert it to snuff

Or scrape it off on a boulder



On top of old Smokey

All covered in collateral...(!!)

This seems very hokey....
Whilst quite unilateral!!!!

??????????????

On top of old Smokey

sits a very hot blokey

Fallen foul of Blue on Blue

*Oh go on, be political, you know you want to*

like this blooming 'orrible Goo
can we leave before we go chokey????? (please)

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A Chef with a noble delusion