Hullabaloo's Vogon Poetry
Created | Updated Apr 10, 2002
To A Vogongrale
O squidly bird so proud and free
Floating on atmospheres high above me
Far beyond the Nambam trees
Singing in full-frotted ease
Would I could just as easily please
(If it wasn't for my knees).
Oh for a squeaker from the warm south
To fresh my gorgling mouth !
Oh Vogongrale, thrice magic, silly bird
Half monkey, Vogon, thrice absurd
You sing all night in a cold, cold gale
Most highly shrill to thrill the whales
And ants that run the planet for us
And do so enjoy your squeedling chorus.
With the flying cows of Vogon Three
Who splatter the surface most scrabjously,
I sing, I sing for thee.
So here's my peon to thy praise
Let never be there gone the days
When to hear you makes my slod eyes glaze
When to chase you through the grobes and mangs
And frobes and glangs and trobes and thrangs
Would be a wondrous thrill for me
(If it wasn't for my knees).
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