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

She sits like a queen that hath never seen the ground,
She lies on a bed in a room that hath no sound,
Her face is flushed, as from agony of knowing,
she is an enigma, a silent mystery ever growing.

I loved her once in the hallowed days of yore,
I waited for her nightly on the zephyr-blown ocean shore,
I panted with longing and some nights in dread,
That I never would see a night we would wed.

But beauty is false and charm is a lie,
Illusion illusive as truth prepares to die.
A sweet voice disguises character like a cloud,
Covering truth within, as with a shroud.

She will not always loll around in luxury and ease,
Her lovers will fail her, her maids fail to please.
I will strike her with the palm of my hand,
Burning her ashes on the oft-remembered sand!