Finis!
Since today is the last day of National Poetry Month, I present you with:
Untitled, by Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz
Oh freddled gruntbuggley, 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! Gashee morphousite, thou expungiest quoopisk! Fripping lyshus wimbgunts, awhilst moongrovenly kormzibs. Bleem miserable venchit! Bleem forever mestinglish asunder frapt! Gerond withoutitude form into formless bloit, why not then? Moose.
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