Whoop. Whhhrrr...
Don't Panic
A very unpleasant Vogon is about to read some poetry at you.
Howl howl gargle howl slurrp uuuurgh
There goes that planet called Earth
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid sword
It looks like we've got Earthling intruders on board
Garbbleblactic me in rhinoceros Mt. Kilamanjaro
I'll Read them poetry that lingers pain till tomorrow.
My footening turnlingdromes goostes
Stop! Resistance is useless
Thy micturations render my hjargatha shfud
Perhaps they should die, but death is too good
And hooptiously danggle me, it's absurb
Do I enjoy? What is this word?
Crinkly binderwurrgles crawl in cavernes shoved
Maybe deep down I just want to be loved
Huhhhggggnnnnnn... drule
No, I just love to be cruel
Whaugi placid morns thy sith
I find I stir not at Beethoven's "Fifth"
Slithery worrbleslidkits taste as fillitbreddis birds
Soon all that's left of Earth will be two words
Oh freddeled gruntbostly
But who cares it was harmless, mostly
Nnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyuuuuuuuuurrrrrrgggggggggghhhhh!
spasm
THE END
This horrible, eye-bleeding poem was written by &!#$.