What? No Vogon poetry? I'm disappointed. Let me help.
See, see the stubborn sky Marvel at its big puce depths. Tell me, Keith do you Wonder why the possum ignores you? Why its foobly stare makes you feel groggy. I can tell you, it is Worried by your flegratic facial growth That looks like A milk. What's more, it knows Your crude potting shed Smells of peas. Everything under the big stubborn sky Asks why, why do you even bother? You only charm garlics.
Keith,
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With that, I am...
Peter
What? No Vogon poetry? I'm disappointed. Let me help.
ReplyDeleteSee, see the stubborn sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me, Keith do you
Wonder why the possum ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel groggy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your flegratic facial growth
That looks like
A milk.
What's more, it knows
Your crude potting shed
Smells of peas.
Everything under the big stubborn sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm garlics.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/vogonpoetry/lettergen.shtml
After Bob's reply I suddenly have a strange conviction that I must go and throw myself out of an airlock.
ReplyDeleteIf only I actually had an airlock!
Anyway, I think if 42 is the answer we should really be wondering what the question is...