Vogon Poetry Contest Sponsored by Sotto Poet 2/01/25
My trusty twagwanger trolblasted me I’m woken by chitterlings and crampoons twilling and twonking I cover my mastificle And try to hinkle on the bandistrap As I splurtwangle my lickersplurge I hear mercifulous melodies Floating down I dash to the bubbleblaster And pick purple pongwinkles To brighten my ardurachlego I’m know they’ll wilt montoliously Releasing rancid ramifrons Which stink of chericock cheese … An aroma from my heriboll It reminds me of Chuckielens And days spent at the verileges Of the Zazabor San Tynfartest Oh how we gurgled and benifolded On the banks of Virwestsicage Chuckilens would hold my twagwanger Inspecting it with her tiny vesticart I miss her every single sonyploose Ramfestingly, I’m now asticern I perect my with ponglithwait Visitors no longer vangleswatch But Iggilswander on the twillsidepath I yearn for soltroghaphy and hipleswagfest days
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