Vogon Poetry

[lagweezle]

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me, (with big yawning)
As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

 

[mmcmdl]

 

[markba633csi]

Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra
Shaka, when the walls fell
Need to stop at Walmart

 

[Ulma Doctor]

the crux of the formaldehyde
lies in the regurgitation of the fixation
furthermore, flop is good for growing easels in winter soil

 

[Ulma Doctor]

P.S.
Frechedoople ·¢

 

[tertiaryjim]

Knew I shuda brought earplugs.