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I guess they just can't win over their ladies with such terrible poetry. Or maybe it's just that their women are somehow even uglier than their menfolk? Either way, their race has to reproduce somehow, so I imagine they employ a form of artificial insemination and then regulate it with pages and pages and pages of paperwork.
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If there is no sound in space, how come you can hear the lasers?
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Vogon Express.
Space bypasses.
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"My nation is the world, and my religion is to do good." --Thomas Paine
"The subject of onanism is inexhaustable." --Sigmund FreudComment
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See, see the dead sky
Marvel at its big salmon depths.
Tell me, Elok do you
Wonder why the platypus ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel itchy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your splank facial growth
That looks like
An eggnog.
What's more, it knows
Your bits potting shed
Smells of aphid.
Everything under the big dead sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm fungi.
(a Vogon poem for Elok)There's nothing wrong with the dream, my friend, the problem lies with the dreamer.Comment
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The BBC's Vogon poetry generator.Try http://wordforge.net/index.php for discussion and debate.Comment
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See, see the dead sky
Marvel at its big magenta depths.
Tell me, Fred do you
Wonder why the mutant mole ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel groggy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your snufflark facial growth
That looks like
A moldy cheese.
What's more, it knows
Your flusciated potting shed
Smells of unrip tomato.
Everything under the big dead sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm dog poops.
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