Post by rocha on Jan 9, 2009 11:57:12 GMT -8
Here are three poems by Vogon poets.....
all similar in origin....yet different in
style. A love poem...An ode to wisdom and a traditional
Vogon poem of good will.
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I See You Crink Corple. ( by Amlit Urea ).
Darkle trunkles the saddest tune
aye, flurtling on a sorry moon
I'll wail and forrock, hear
borrocks boom, the desolate
crunk of nurkles..
Ah flobble frink
I see you there crink corple,
behind the chair,
sniff jumkles then, see if I care
you're snoffle lumps you
will not share, not one small
flot for me?
(sobbing)
Oh Darkle foobit, wise flobblejobs
that flutter in the breezy breeze,
How I wish I'd grunckled less
for it flooed me to my knees.
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Ode to the Merry Mumbly Moo. ( by Torrent Bluddit.)
(From Old Tales of Linus Dunga )
And tales of jelly-manders jeel
are spoken in soft gumby- squeal
to witter on a loskspit's wheel
on humbly sunday morns....
Now hear the calling boo-boo cry
slow chumbles in a peacock sky
to foot and flounce on golden eye
in Merry Mumbly's moo.....
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Earted Jurtles ( Anon.) (Traditional)
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.
all similar in origin....yet different in
style. A love poem...An ode to wisdom and a traditional
Vogon poem of good will.
.............................................................
I See You Crink Corple. ( by Amlit Urea ).
Darkle trunkles the saddest tune
aye, flurtling on a sorry moon
I'll wail and forrock, hear
borrocks boom, the desolate
crunk of nurkles..
Ah flobble frink
I see you there crink corple,
behind the chair,
sniff jumkles then, see if I care
you're snoffle lumps you
will not share, not one small
flot for me?
(sobbing)
Oh Darkle foobit, wise flobblejobs
that flutter in the breezy breeze,
How I wish I'd grunckled less
for it flooed me to my knees.
....................................................................
Ode to the Merry Mumbly Moo. ( by Torrent Bluddit.)
(From Old Tales of Linus Dunga )
And tales of jelly-manders jeel
are spoken in soft gumby- squeal
to witter on a loskspit's wheel
on humbly sunday morns....
Now hear the calling boo-boo cry
slow chumbles in a peacock sky
to foot and flounce on golden eye
in Merry Mumbly's moo.....
......................................................................
Earted Jurtles ( Anon.) (Traditional)
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.
