Third Worst Clatter of Antimatter

THIRD WORST CLATTER OF ANTIMATTER clatter of antimatter alien dishes splatter (the shape of spaceships) his antennas* whir with rising he considers going wireless a dish flying at warp speed like a zillion cyclonic bats (female Vogon shriek encapsulated by rage) the creaming of eggs the earth took a beating (local yokels evaporating)** the pounding of this poem pretty bad prose destruction of the first and second worst verse because everyone knows a Vogon must clink and clank on its dink and dank typewriter*** the third worst clatter of antimatter mama Vogon whisks their deadpan bottoms if you think your kids make noise you’ve never heard a Vogon cry D…o….n, well f…i…n…i…t, Fingers smack on each key, pounding little hammers. Zip..(return carriage) How oh how did those earthlings type with these Zip…(return carriage) But this is rather priceless after earth’s fiasco 3/7/2017 Shadow Hamilton’s The Noise contest *American television show depicted a martian with antennas that would rise from his head “My Favorite Martian” **Local yokels – an inhabitant of a particular locale ***Everyone knows that a Vogon doesn’t know the “meaning” of the Universe (or words for that matter)