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!
~ Prostetic Vogon Jeltz
From The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy: Vogon poetry is the third worst in the Universe...
Hey, nobody said it had to be GOOD poetry! I think this is a glorious example of awfulness. The most disgusting line here is, "Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes," which sounds like some kind of revolting sexual solicitation combined with a threat, to wit: "See if I don't!"
