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

Hold it right there Mister! Poetry Police! Put your pen SLOWLY on the ground and step away from it! Hey! You can freeze right there too Missy! We might have some questions we want answering...

Little "for the sake of humanity!" B.


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(MSFBT)

*waves to b*
Fancy meeting you here!

Oi, Bumweevil. I was wondering if you'll be taking my picture to the meet. There's some nice bearded one's at the Photo Library back at the campsite. I'd be honoured just to be there, even if you never take me out of your pocket.
Or that Santa facsimile would do in a pinch. It really does look like me or at least the way I feel, except for the pointy nose. Mine's a little more bulbous, more the WCFields/Karl Malden type.

have a good weekend
peace
jwf

Wow! That was some weekend. The last thing I remember is getting lifted by the Poetry Police and being flown to a US Base where I was hooded with a giant condom. Apparently I had been placed in protective custody.

Then they started trying to beat my plans for doing poetry readings in America out of me, after they had discovered the manual for a skywriting plane amongst my belongings. I quoted the human rights act at them (carefully including the copyright information) and they said that at least it was better than my poetry, then beat me again.

Anyway to cut a multistorey short, I escaped with the aid of a helicopter sent by the Al Quoteya network who are now sheltering me in a cave whilst I work on my next ode about a toilet in the Pentagon entitled General Colin's Bowel:-

There's a one-eyed little jobby to the north of Washington,
There's a little bit of corn below its frown;
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the toilet of Mad Colin,
And the brown bob that never flushes down.

I'm afraid that's as far as I've got, I seem to be suffering from wiper's block. All advice, bribes etc. gratefully received.