A/N: First of two Zaphod poems, each presenting a different view on the character, as I've seen mixed reactions to his existence in the first place. ::shrug:: I personally always imagined him as really hot, so to each his(or her) own.

Beeblebrox
A name so strong
Chiseled in archives
Written in song

That Zaphod boy
The president now
With the greatest ship
Can it fly? And how!

A cousin Ford
His blood and genes
(Assuming Betegeusians
Have all of those things)

Two heads, three arms
God knows what more!
Keeping maintained
Must be such a chore

Somehow, some way
His plan always works
Because of his style
And paranoid quirks

Every star
Up in the sky
Is at the mercy
Of this really froody guy