Hullabaloo's Vogon Poetry
Created | Updated Jul 11, 2003
To Salamander The Mugwump
Commissioned by STM
O Beautiful, magical Salamander!
Every day on the calendar
You keep yourself nice and snug and warm,
Away from the rain and heavy storms
By living in the roaring fire
Dreaming of your heart's desire
Or a vampire
- or something you'd quite like,
or something you wouldn't mind having, on the whole, in a way, sort of.
In incendiary glory there you stay,
Like a statue in a studio or the bridge o'er the river Tay,
Sending your messages on their way.
Unless you're a kind of newt.
Friends might call you Sal or Manda
Or speak of your literary-critical candour
But your duty
Is to be above all that,
To be
The incarnation of Heavenly Beauty
Even if you're a newt
With a mugwump inside, observing all,
From servant's quarters to dining hall,
making up secret thoughts on science
And anything else that troubles your conscience
Great Mugwump Sal
Great wondrous, magical Salamander
All a poor poetic genius can do
Is lay this masterpiece at the feet of you
And make you by the power of Art even grander
O Salamander.
- even if you're a newt.
(and if you are I bet you're a Heaven-sent beauteous one)
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