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

The Robin swooped and ate the skin
with a splurgy, crunkly sound.

Which caught the ear and chaffed the nib
Of a Splurgy Crunkling Hound

"A six line verse!" the hound did state
Angst written 'pon its brow

Twas meant to start the next verse but
It's of no matter now

"What nonsense," Robin then remarked,
The skin was gone by now.

Then through the air a wicker chair
Came flying like a rocket,
A languid hand reached out and put
The robin in its pocket.

Editorial note: Ooops, the perils of simul-post again. Sorry for that. Maybe it would help if we change the title of the thread to "Add two or more lines.." so that, as I have done, one can add a whole verse and so avoid the simulpost double-entries. Any thoughts on that?

Perhaps it would be more in keeping with the general aim to change the title to "add two doughnuts and a custard tart"

The chair perhaps I should explain
Was not quite as it seemed

fashioned as it was, in string
in the shape of a greek trireme.

The wind blue high, the wind blue low
the Hound it sang the blues
and uttered derisive curses
at it's now spoiled blue suede shoes.

The robin from the pocket sang
Through swirling misty fog
This Crunkly Splurge is nonsense
You aint nothing but a hound dog

The bird flew low along the ground
And then flew ever higher.
The hound leapt up and ran to fetch
Two Great Balls of Fire.

Jerry Lee Lewis caught a snatch
of animalian conversation
and sat and penned his latest hit
that filled him with elation

The hound sped on and ever higher
the balls still out of reach.
He paused upon a nearby spire
And clung on like a leech

The robin feeling quite surprised
To see the flying hound
Said," That's enough of this weird stuff
I'm off to Grimly Ground."

The leechy hound slipped down the spire
And fell on a grassy patch,
And sniffed about on sharp look-out
For the Jerry Lewis snatch.

The trees were filled with goob-goob juice
and barked with gutteral howls
whilst singing low pitched sailing songs
lamenting lost tea-towels.

Whos' corners flapped in winds of old
And long forgotten days
When Grimleys grimbly Dodderman
Was laying out his leys

Where hounds may please to scratch their fleas
Among those breezes foul,
Which blow through Grimley's fetid swamps
And drench the tea-stained towel.

They parped, they snooked, they grundlebunged
and flibbered while they walked
grazing on the purple heads
of snaffling plants; long stalked.

"Beware the grimbly Dodderman,
Beware the dismal Dodder,
Beware the beast of Grimley Moer
Whose tea-towels catch its fodder."

Beware the Beast who makes a feast
Of those who dare to stray
Too far from on the Grimley road
Or dawdle on their way

And should you care to stop and shop
In sight of Grimley Steeple
Be sure to mind your manners 'cos
Them's shops for 'local'people