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Flammer Me Gimbels #42
(a Vogon Pirate poem)

Flammer me gimbels, me trimbels and dromies,
Whenceforth I caminal scrabbit thy foamies.
Jeerbo or Jabox, ex labbit. Ex findle
Will not dethrail thee, ignibious twindle.

Ickwad of Thrumpus, I salue wack vornage -
If one undrangs a wangwompus, why gornage?
After a tral of untrigabble trog,
Only then scray what a scriggle would scrog.

Should we exstimple one dreebok a day,
We might indorphize more thrabble that way,
Weeda pea oopal hum deez nydous tates
Gadder tagedder dewitt niss more glates.

Occulent squizzage of trapulous zornj!
Drapo as “drappo” or Banjy as “bornj”.
E prinkle guvver:  du gyver kray stritch,
Gooformpus deformpus always zil smitch.

On dright as in dright as trank under zomp,
Pifflefratz fooblestrank? Squawkmoit r glomp?
Outsquiddered exipus dry bonitch sclew –
Off-lammered gimbelfoop – I shronk it too!

Translation into English
Gather Around My Offspring Units, Part 42 (in a series of 6,914)
Gather around, offspring units, their offspring units, and distant second cousins once removed
and I shall tell you of the adventures of your forebear
Forgive me, exalted Jeerbo, my Jabox (2 nicknames of a famous Vogon poet),
I hope this tale brings you sufficient shame, ignoble great one (ignoble is a Vogon compliment).

To the Isle of Thrumpus, my voyage brought me
If I had passed it by, why would I be telling you this tale?
After a night of becoming inebriated with celebratory adult beverages
I then perceived what only a science fiction writer could have dreamed up.

Should we someday erect an honorary statue
we might bring more accolades upon
the constitutional amendments created at this island
as a result of our gathering together in drunken revelry.

Oh my! Oh my! Oh my very my!*
[Vogon puns loosely translated as:] "Their king was smarter than a grapefruit 
  and their queen smelled better than sweaty athletic socks"
When we arrived here they provided us with a feast of turnips and alfalfa
I am throwing in this meaningless line simply to make a gratuitous rhyme.

Now that I look back upon this unexplainable mystery,
I wonder, can I even put it into words? Are our memories even real?
Maybe the wonders we witnessed were simply alcohol-induced,
If you thought that, I thought it too!**

*zornj is untranslatable Vogonese, but roughly means "inexpressible inexpression"

** Vogon poetry is more concerned with describing how wonderful something is without ever actually explaining what that something is. Which is why it is so effective as a device of torture when used against Earthling captives.
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