Vogonistas no. 1

I throrble through each mangy grove

and leave alone those that i've trove

Cos right is right and so is wrong

- so sings my song

And every leaf on every tree

Sings throrbling out to accompany me

For I'm a poet and can't you see

I poetise melodically

And Vogon stands for rumbling bowels

Of love. The V for Victory

the first O for the swirling sea

The G because greatly

The second O rings out for me

(And you, if you really must).

That's Vogon love. The eNd.