I do not know if I'm really ashamed to have or be a little proud, but I wrote this poem for Codex Poeticus when they call for texts "Vogon poetry" (one thing is certain, I had a lot of fun).
The poem was not selected because he had not been unanimous committee. But perhaps it will appeal to some visitors of this blog ...
HALT
Thus, again driven by your foolish whims,
In the noise away without slapping your back, Do
can we ever squatted in space
Shouting "foo" one day?
O chief! the army just behind his preparation,
And if it was near the latrine again,
Look! we hurt, perched on this rock Where you stay we did! You stumble again, furious gripe, again
you vomit on our flanks atrophied
Even your flowers will spread wind-wave
On our feet puffy.
Before, you remember it? we need to defecate;
For we hear in the distance the force of your brave, strong
The flatulence of our loyalty Our
consonant sounds.
Hear our request made in quadruplicate
Whether your beautiful eyes bleary, like a burning bush;
Lise diligently, and let your voice Herdsperson
Forget the words
"Vogon! Coward tone pet, all you skull militia!
Cast your stinking gas: Free
promptly refuse
In these ferocious booing your breast!
"Enough can not compisser brave, nor
shit blessed;
Pour nimbly assembled in this place;
Your berlingots nodosum.
"Hurry up, hurry up, we leave soon
Demolish and strike!
The Vogon not expected, as the rapid rot;
In the noise away without slapping your back, Do
can we ever squatted in space
Shouting "foo" one day?
O chief! the army just behind his preparation,
And if it was near the latrine again,
Look! we hurt, perched on this rock Where you stay we did! You stumble again, furious gripe, again
you vomit on our flanks atrophied
Even your flowers will spread wind-wave
On our feet puffy.
Before, you remember it? we need to defecate;
For we hear in the distance the force of your brave, strong
The flatulence of our loyalty Our
consonant sounds.
Hear our request made in quadruplicate
Whether your beautiful eyes bleary, like a burning bush;
Lise diligently, and let your voice Herdsperson
Forget the words
"Vogon! Coward tone pet, all you skull militia!
Cast your stinking gas: Free
promptly refuse
In these ferocious booing your breast!
"Enough can not compisser brave, nor
shit blessed;
Pour nimbly assembled in this place;
Your berlingots nodosum.
"Hurry up, hurry up, we leave soon
Demolish and strike!
The Vogon not expected, as the rapid rot;
It just passes!"
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