See, see the fun sky
Marvel at its big orange depths.
Tell me, Melissa do you
Wonder why the badger ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel chipper.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your confittouring facial growth
That looks like
What's more, it knows
Your spit potting shed
Smells of brussel sprout.
Everything under the big fun sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm baby poops.
Monday, June 12, 2006
6/12 Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Any fan of Hitchhiker knows of the horrible Vogon poetry. Well, The Vogon Poetry Generator sends you a poem based upon words you give it. (When asked for a friend's name, Melissa was the first one that came to mind. Sorry, Melissa!) Thanks to emeraldcite for the link.