some people have more ways of being evil than planting an earwig...much more evil...time consuming, and perhaps need to listen to Vorlon poetry
UNNNGH..
Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Royal Oil
From the album "Let's Face It"
Royal Oil, come on bubble and boil
Stabs like a dagger, make you stagger
On the hot tin foil
Mind your mind or it will surely spoil
then you sleep down in the soil
Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil
When you smoke or poke the poison
You lose the chance to be tomorrow
Look out on the horizon
And see the sadness, the pain and the sorrow
I can't say enough about the stuff
Or what it has in store
When you smoke or poke the poison
You won't be anymore
Royal Oil, come on bubble and boil
Stabs like a dagger, make you stagger
On the hot in foil
Mind your mind or it will surely spoil
Then you sleep down in the soil
Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil
Royal Oil has cut many down to size
Spikes gonna strike the weak and strong alike
And then forever, and ever close those eyes
Make up your mind to keep your mind up
And to your life be loyal
Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil
Royal Oil, big trouble brewing
Long, lonely road, long road to ruin
Wrong path to take, great big mistake
And then you sleep down in the soil
Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil
Ode To a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning
O Feedled Gruntbuggly,
Thy nacturations are to me!
As plurdled gabbleblochits on a lurgid bee.
Groop, I emplore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles
or I will rend thee in gabberwarts with my burglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
Or create your own here.....
http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/vogonpoetry/lettergen.shtml
Vorlon Poetry?
aside from Zen-oid musings, I'm pretty sure the Vorlon do not have poetry.
now, the VOGONS have poetry...