Vogon Without Regret

Glimitz! According to your order - pronounce, I weigh less than an ounce. As gratchens flame and fly, to my disdain, I wonder, have you got a light? A conference call, a violin, a gently rappling, nightly nappling, finger poppling, ripe penguin, all of them, on ice, or would slipslod them on rice? Catch a tory, a chicken allegory, seizing up, all oblong, I don't belong, I am more a scroodle square - don't glare. Chattanooga, What's it to ya? Blampart on rye - as I sit and sigh, a bicycle goes by. Oglethorpe in greeches, idly ironing breeches; say aloud: I'm not unproud. Morebly, I am constitutional. Cribble, Crabble, my friend Jasper, grasshoppers of alabaster, frogs from South Chicago, a ballpark frank for Joe, did I stub my finger? ...or my stomach? Saskatoony on the half shell, Pinkerton gets all wet. Could I ever master Vogon without regret?