My OperaTake me now...
Thursday, October 11, 2007 4:02:54 PM
The Vogon's are due to destroy the Earth any time now. One of them just dropped me this poem to make me feel better about it.
Cult to Deke.
See, see the
Helpful sky
Marvel at its big yellowy-orange depths.
Tell me, Kevin do you
Wonder why the baboon ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel flamcorborated.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your gerphunkesvesen facial growth
That looks like
A nemetoad's.
What's more, it knows
Your farg potting shed
Smells of snot.
Everything under the big
Helpful sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm fishes.
Ask nicely and he'll drop you one. You see if he won't...
Cult to Deke.
See, see the
Helpful sky
Marvel at its big yellowy-orange depths.
Tell me, Kevin do you
Wonder why the baboon ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel flamcorborated.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your gerphunkesvesen facial growth
That looks like
A nemetoad's.
What's more, it knows
Your farg potting shed
Smells of snot.
Everything under the big
Helpful sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm fishes.
Ask nicely and he'll drop you one. You see if he won't...
