if the dolphins all vanish then I’ll take it seriously
Your Vogon Poem
See, see the mum sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me, salamander do you
Wonder why the opossum ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel grumpy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your blartle facial growth
That looks like
A cheese
What’s more, it knows
Your niggardly potting shed
Smells of frog.
Everything under the big mum sky
Asks why, why do I even bother?
You only charm garlic.
I don’t know why the Vogons singled out salamander. She will have to explain.
~*And Several Butcher’s Bloody Aprons*~
The general tuckermanities are arrant
some dogs who sleep ay night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
Bubbles- ephemeral and so transparent-
I knows I loves you thoo an’ thoo
In watah time er drouf
But this is, now- you may depend upon it-
here’s a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about
I wush dese people ‘d stop dey talkin’,
Don’t mean no mo’ dan chicken’s squawkin’
Stable, opaque, immortal- all by dint
Of the dear names that he concealed wit
I guess I knows which way I’s walkin’,
I knows de norf f’om souf.
A Pome brung yer way by Pley G. Ariste, BA, MA, PhD, LSMFT
~*~
Because we’re soft, squishy and defenseless.