A/N: This one is basically written for Eagle Lord, as he suggested the idea of a Ford's POV poem. Yes, I'm a fanwhore and I'll at least try to write anything you suggest. No, I'm not hinting...
I found him laying
In mud that day
It was no time for playing
We had to get away
Stuck out a thumb
On an interstellar street
He thought I was dumb
Then the Vogons did greet
We writhed in pain
At the massacre of art
Still remaining half sane
We were forced to depart
Saved by one ship
Almost killed by a dozen
But nothing can outstrip
Being reunited with my cousin
It's been a full day
So now I should rest
As we float away
And hope for the best
I found him laying
In mud that day
It was no time for playing
We had to get away
Stuck out a thumb
On an interstellar street
He thought I was dumb
Then the Vogons did greet
We writhed in pain
At the massacre of art
Still remaining half sane
We were forced to depart
Saved by one ship
Almost killed by a dozen
But nothing can outstrip
Being reunited with my cousin
It's been a full day
So now I should rest
As we float away
And hope for the best
