Alpha Centauri'd been Alpha So Tawdy,
But then it cleaned its act up.
It took some time to figure things out,
To repair what had been cracked up.
That's how things go cosmically,
And how such lessons are stacked up.
: )
If you can prove that poem came Alpha Centauri, I’ll accept it, but it sounds like the boring poems from Earth. ;)
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.