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
See, see the sharp sky
Marvel at its big chartreuse depths.
Tell me, Bill do you
Wonder why the roseanne barr ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel irritated.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your fuggleblinken facial growth
That looks like
A beer.
What's more, it knows
Your fecund potting shed
Smells of booger.
Everything under the big sharp sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm maggot-cheeses.