My friend Coral turns 42 today. She decided to have herself a Douglas Adams/Hitchhiker’s Guide birthday party, and, among other things, invited people to recite Vogon Poetry if they’d like.
“What, exactly, is Vogon Poetry?”, you may ask. And if you are asking, then you obviously have not read that Douglas Adams classic, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Wherein we learn that Vogon Poetry is the third worst poetry in the universe. The book is kind enough to give us an example.
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don’t
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People all over the world celebrate Hitchhiker’s Guide and its author. As a result, you’ll find Vogon Poetry translated into all manner of Earth languages. More examples of Vogon Poetry in English here and here. There is also a Vogon Poetry generator of sorts. Here’s one it came up with for me.
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wreak wrap town – swift Sitka balm woke
lend skew with papaw mewls
welt sawweep so wrong
twang size, we null my kop mist
bison query grope
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as jokers
suds kept
setback, fake snow digests silken set lines, as far then erasing
jokes dashed
I actually kinda like it. You know, in a gibberishy-poem kind of way. And if you found this entertaining, then you might like Lewis Carroll’s poetry too. Share some of
your best Vogon poems!
Happy birthday, Coral!
SPITTLE WORDED JARGOON
United in vogon diarrhea of spittle worded jargoon
Tempted with confusion like a salacious old buffoon
What’s the sense in idle dawdle in our irrational world
Confining thoughts deep within awaiting to be unfurled
All vogons on this Friday have awoken my confusion
My head is spinning phrases in heightened disillusion
Vowels chasing consonants spinning nonsensical thought
Regurgitating self-inflicted shame with slimy vogon rot
Churning, bubbling burning from deep within my soul
Escaping without warning from a hypergolic swoul
Gimbled minesweeping garble dispatched like bucket slop
From splattered pigwash effluent of a nearby ugly shop
Despicable heinous wickedness seeping out in verse
As flagitious text assembles it flares our vogon curse
Thoughts concealed till Friday will sequester up a mess
A crucial misalignment for a disoriented vogon press