10.28.2009

Some thoughts...

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

4 comments:

La Sporgenza said...

Justin?

the coelacanth said...

blunkvogoners this ain't.

svanegmond said...

The world needs more vogon poetry.

Worsenfunk said...

Not sure who commandeered my account - but ha ha. Way too many syllables in there for me tho, however ghoulish they might be.