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

There will be an arrival of the easterly bitterlies
as the beast from the East will be bringing a snow feast.
There will be hibernating butterflies, moths, spiders and bees
who worry the least whenever their sensory anxieties decreased.
The gruesome twosome of fog and frost will arrive at the weekend
which is caused by the Baltic winds from the Baltic that's bang on trend.
The Scandi High musical along with the Northern Blocking will be shocking
and will have all the weather forum members rocking when wearing smocking.

Prediction: some heavy, wet snow.
The cold, Arctic breezes will blow.
Deserve it or not,
We'll give our best shot,
And hope for a nice afterglow.

Wanda and Peter, have you seen Bub?
He is Wolverine's imaginary friend!
Bub lives in a 10th century pub
and he says he's going around the bend!

SWORD are also looking for Deadpool
and Bob who are Hydra agents
Deadpool goes to day and night school
with Bob inside 4 giant tents.

There will be a fun run
in the sun for my hun .
It will be just for fun
and the reward will be a hot cross bun.
The winner will be given a ray gun
which is set to stun nuns on the run.

It's quite hard to run through the snow.
You sink to your ankles, you know.
The flakes just come down
And cover the town,
And maybe your car needs a tow.

Stan is a man with a plan
who has a van.
He is going to get wed in a garden shed
to Ned by Jed and Fred.
They will be wed on the king sized bed
and be fed with sourdough bread.

I will be your long haired lover from Liverpool,
and I will do anything you say.
I will introduce you to Agent Bob and Deadpool
at Henri's cafe with his dancing toupee.
I will be your clown or your puppet at Night School,
if you will be my sunshine daisy at the ballet display.

I will be your leprechaun and sit upon an old toad stool,
I will serenade you till I'm old and grey.
I will be your long haired lover during the feast of Yule
you will be my sunshine daisy at a game of croquet.

You will be my lovely daisy on the mountainside,
there are lots of other flowers, too.
I will be joining you at the play park banana slide,
as we sit together over a bowl of fondue.

The Kree are free to drink tea
in Dundee or by Wick by the sea.
Boo says Sue to Hugh sitting in the pew
or waiting in a queue to pay for a kangaroo.

I've ordered a small kangaroo
On Amazon: red, white and blue.
They're painting it now.
It comes with a cow
And sixty-four liters of glue.

A cow jumped over the Moon
but came back to Earth very soon
one horn broke in two
I helped with some glue
and all she responded was "moo"

The Beast from the East
blows from the Baltics.
It will bring a snow feast
and several bricks.
It is where people worry the least
about the coming winter.
News of a woman becoming a priest
and how to use a pc printer.

I have got a funny feeling
that I have been dancing on the ceiling.
I have been seen wheeling and dealing
in Darjeeling when distance healing.
It would be very revealing
when I hear my neighbours squealing.
The oranges will have be easy pealing
which look and taste very appealing.

The Moon jumped over a cow.
It took a spectacular bow,
Then curtsied the Queen,
And just to be mean,
Threw dust at a tatty old sow.

According to the radio,
Antonio will be going to a rodeo.
Forecasting milder weather on the way
to the snow parts of the cafe.
The chances we will be getting more snow
for the mountains and the meadow.
It will inspire me to sing a song
about holidaying at the seaside in a sarong.
It is going to be a cold, cold winter without you
when I am at the Edinburgh tournament tattoo.

It is going to be a cold, cold winter without you
Dreaming of the arrival of a sunny spring.
I have a statue of you which is next to my barbecue
and the garden swing which is covered in frosty bling.

The plumbers are fixing my pipes.
There's nothing to say except "yipes!"
I'm at my computer.
I might need a tutor.
Noo ne will list to my gripes.

Wolverine you are the dancing queen
so young, when only two hundred and seventeen.
So Wolverine can you hear the tambourine
being played at Professor Xavier's canteen.
Wolverine you can dance, you can prance
when in France having a Jean Grey fine romance.
See that boy called the real McCoy called Roy
who lives in deepest darkest Illinois.

A queen who can dance
Has a shot at romance,
But only as long
As some Mr. Wrong
Has not come along by pure chance.
Is

I shall write mister Wrong
a tale and a song
of carpenters and walrusses
newly bricks and ancient trusses
feasting on oysters
spam and champagne
precipitation
- and sunshine in Spain

Spam with champagne?
Don't want it again!
Twinkies with liver
Has me all aquiver.
We all have our quirks.
Let's just do what works.