Vogon Poetry

[nullnaught]

i am by far the worst poet ever. Here is an example:

Walk swiftly
to a place you once were,
and you will find it.
but it will no longer be there -
and you will be happy
for all time and beyond.


It's easy; go ahead and try. I bet you can be a vogon poet as well.
Remember: this is the worst poetry in the universe according to Douglas Adams;
don't disapoint, please.

[fredv3b]

Actually, Vogon poetry is the third worst.


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[chillythoughts]

I dont get it?

[colinmackay]

As I grunt warbled along the fleshid promenade,
The iridescent vacuousness darkened,
I flumtioned, he gretched, drunk on churadd,
Ne'er to frambzle juffly 'til graffing's end.

Is that vogonesque enough?

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[Bowyn Aerrow]

Ahhh Vogon Poetry, the poetry of love and hurling (stomachs).

The hitchhikers guide does make it clear that Vogon is the Third Worst poetry in the universe.

Further the Guide says:

Here is what to do if you want to get a lift from a Vogon: forget it. They are one of the most unpleasant races in the Galaxy. Not actually evil, but bad-tempered, bureaucratic, officious and callous. They wouldn't even lift a finger to save their own grandmothers from the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal without orders signed in triplicate, sent in, sent back, queried, lost, found, subjected to public inquiry, lost again, and finally buried in soft peat for three months and recycled as firelighters. The best way to get a drink out of a Vogon is to stick your finger down his throat, and the best way to irritate him is to feed his grandmother to the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal. On no account should you allow a Vogon to read poetry at you.

If you are seeking other Vogonian-like prose, might I suggest: http://trevorstone.org/contests/vogon.html


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Colin, I love you - your Vogon hast melted my heart :biggrin:

[zeon]

whats wogan poetry????? I just thought it was just one type???

[Rainbowmum]

As I grunt warbled along the fleshid promenade,
The iridescent vacuousness darkened,
I flumtioned, he gretched, drunk on churadd,
Ne'er to frambzle juffly 'til graffing's end.

Is that vogonesque enough?

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NoOOOoooooOOOooo!!! make it stop.

Who stole my babelfish?