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

Blast! My secret identity is revealled.

Mark, Mark, to wherever thee depart,
Take with you, a little piece of my heart.
Know that we love you, our dear editor-in-chief,
And that it is our wish and strong belief,
That you enjoy your fresh start.

Mark Moxon - Voyager Extraordinaire

Only once have I met you,
And that in the park,
At the famous Summer Meet,
Before it got dark.

You walked by our side
To the throbbing melee,
O Researchers, Gurus and Aces
All jostling and gele,

When I bade you farewell
I wondered why you,
A young man about town
Was going so far.

I did not,
For an instant,
Realise that
by chance.
I'd been welcomed that Saturday
By the Lord of the Dance.

Bonne chance, mon ami,
Dans tes voyages en Afrique,
Je te souhaite bonne sante
A bientot. A bientot
Translation
Good luck, my friend,
For your travels in Africa.
I wish you good fortune.
Till we meet. Till we meet.

AR1

cute

*grows big bushy beard and banging bongoes*
(Note - that isn't a euphamism)

I saw the best editors of h2g2 depart,
To Mozambique! Ethiopia! Morrocco!
Tearing through the dusty Sahara at dawn,
Looking for a travelling fix.
Who guided h2g2 from the digital village to the servers of the man*,
Who moderated six posts successively successfully, upsetting many,
Who talked nonsense with researchers until the dawn light, contemplating Nick Drake,
(followed by lots and lots of lines starting with 'Who...')
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
h2g2 is Holy! The researchers are Holy! The Editors are Holy! Travelling is Holy! Lots of other stuff is Holy! # is Holy!

And so on. Apologies to Allen Ginsberg...

*ie, the BBC.
#This will result in a lengthy obscenity trial, I'm afraid.

your another tennison

You didn't get
the
line breaks
for a Thribb
poem
right.

Neither did
I.

E.J. T****b (17 3/4)

to be or not to be that is the question

Looking through, some of these are quite good. Maybe we could vote on the best ones (whe everyone's finished, and bung them on an entry?)

WHAT WOULD WE DO WITH A LIGHT'IN THE DARK WE MANAGE ALRIGHT'IF THEY HAD ONE WHEN'OUR DADS WERE YOUNG MEN'HALF OF US WOULDNT BE HERE TONIGHT.

(Don't mind me, I'm still wading through the backlog...)

Tie up your wellies, it gets deep...

I've noticed!

There was an Italic called Mark,
Who did his best work in the dark.
He'd vanquish the nasty,
Then nip out for a pasty
At the Texaco down by Hyde Park.