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The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Poem: Bit the second

So that's the dolphins settled. Now we move to Arthur Dent,
A rather ordinary guy, as far as humans went.
He woke one morning feeling dazed and caught a glimpse of yellow
Which puzzled him, for Arthur Dent was not too bright a fellow.
"Yellow," Arthur thought, then went away to make some tea:
His favourite drink by far, for of British blood was he.

Outside was Mr. Prosser, straight-line descendant of Genghis Khan
Who wanted to knock down Arthur's house. What a pity. Darn.
He needed to build a bypass; Arthur's home was in the way
It looked as though some bulldozing had to be done that day.

This made ol' Arthur mad. He went to lie down in the mud
To block the dozer's path. If he got squished, there would be blud.
While the bulldozer itself would be damaged not at all,
As Prosser calmly stated. But Arthur Dent still had the gall
To keep on lying there; he was fully prepared to wait
Until they left, and if they did not, to share his poor home's fate.

Meanwhile, Arthur had a friend. His name was Ford Prefect
Supposedly from Guildford, but who really was, in fact,
An alien from a planet in the vicinity of Betelgeuse Six
A planet now destroyed, where he'd gone by the name of Ix.
Like the dolphins, Prefect knew, of Earth's coming destruction
It needed to be blown up to make way for the construction
Of an interstellar bypass by the alien Vogon race
To cut down on the time it took to move from place to place.


To be continued...
Thanks to HyperCaz, My Requiem, Crossbow (yeah, but this poem's based on the book), evilphrog, Deranged Lunatic (here it is!), Demus, Kayu Silver (hey, aren't these already actual rhymes? ;P), MOQ (but they both rhyme with 'tion'...), Middle-Earthian (my friend who wrote the Star Wars poem also did The Hobbit. It was about four or five pages long, Times New Roman font size 11. But the rhyming started to die after a while), Ariana the musical genius, whiteangelviv (this chapt has 24 lines. And I don't think I'll be finishing this poem anytime soon, so don't worry. ;P) and IsotaperRoolz (okay, the next chapter's here, so don't thump me.) for reviewing!