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I like hitch-hiking round the galaxy
So I thought I’d write some poetry
Vogon in nature, I hope you I’ll agree
Or I’ll grubble your fruncheons and cut down your tree.
I said before, that I like to travel
I don’t, but I prefer it to gravel.
I like to hit crabs on the head with a gavel
Shouting “Resistance is useless!” as their brains do unravel.
I’m not a Vogon, I’m really a man
A man not a girl like Trillian
She’s a girl I met in Islington
At a party where she left with a two headed man.
Then those wretched Vogon’s destroyed my home
And ever since I’ve been forced to roam.
And roam I do, though not to Rome
Cos Rome’s not there any more.
You’re getting bored so I’ll write faster
So far it’s borderline disaster
I’m desperate for a gargle blaster
Although they hurt the morning after
Last time it got me really pished
I tripped and lost my babel fish
Tout en parlent avec Eccentrica Gallumbits
I was seeing quintuple, that’s fifteen tits!
Marvin doubts that story’s true
So flumbly grumbles and slimbly poo
I hope you’ve got your towel with you
Go enjoy your life and it’s forty two.
Copyright © Matty Millard 2012
http://www.mattymfiction.wordpress.com
@Poetic Justice
#vogon #poetry
So I thought I’d write some poetry
Vogon in nature, I hope you I’ll agree
Or I’ll grubble your fruncheons and cut down your tree.
I said before, that I like to travel
I don’t, but I prefer it to gravel.
I like to hit crabs on the head with a gavel
Shouting “Resistance is useless!” as their brains do unravel.
I’m not a Vogon, I’m really a man
A man not a girl like Trillian
She’s a girl I met in Islington
At a party where she left with a two headed man.
Then those wretched Vogon’s destroyed my home
And ever since I’ve been forced to roam.
And roam I do, though not to Rome
Cos Rome’s not there any more.
You’re getting bored so I’ll write faster
So far it’s borderline disaster
I’m desperate for a gargle blaster
Although they hurt the morning after
Last time it got me really pished
I tripped and lost my babel fish
Tout en parlent avec Eccentrica Gallumbits
I was seeing quintuple, that’s fifteen tits!
Marvin doubts that story’s true
So flumbly grumbles and slimbly poo
I hope you’ve got your towel with you
Go enjoy your life and it’s forty two.
Copyright © Matty Millard 2012
http://www.mattymfiction.wordpress.com
@Poetic Justice
#vogon #poetry
Sonnet #18
(a parody)
Shall I compare thee to a bale of hay?
Thou art more dusty and far less neat.
Rough winds do toss thy mop about, I'd say,
Which looks far worse than hay a horse would eat.
Sometime thy squinty eye looks into mine
Through stringy, greasy hair that needs be trimm'd,
And ne'er a horse had such a stench as thine,
As though in stagnant sewers thou hast swimm'd.
Thy disgusting image shall not fade;
This my tortured mind and soul doth know.
O, I should love to hit thee with a spade;
And with that blow I hope that thou wouldst go.
So long as I can breathe, my eyes can see,
And I can run, I'll stay away from thee
(sorry, Will)
1991 tonybaldwin
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(a parody)
Shall I compare thee to a bale of hay?
Thou art more dusty and far less neat.
Rough winds do toss thy mop about, I'd say,
Which looks far worse than hay a horse would eat.
Sometime thy squinty eye looks into mine
Through stringy, greasy hair that needs be trimm'd,
And ne'er a horse had such a stench as thine,
As though in stagnant sewers thou hast swimm'd.
Thy disgusting image shall not fade;
This my tortured mind and soul doth know.
O, I should love to hit thee with a spade;
And with that blow I hope that thou wouldst go.
So long as I can breathe, my eyes can see,
And I can run, I'll stay away from thee
(sorry, Will)
1991 tonybaldwin
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In spring there is first
budding and green and
dreaming ambition forming
into summer strength
and purpose giving shade
giving way to autumn
every leaf finding color
and spirit and freedom
falling to the ground
resting
until blanketed with snow.
The hill above my window then, as
white and barren
pure and empty
solid and strong
as an ivory buddha.
Today I part my hair
a little further to the left.
Every line brings color to
the inside, to the mind,
filling and emptying.
Yet I cannot age
with the grace of trees
tony baldwin 1994
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budding and green and
dreaming ambition forming
into summer strength
and purpose giving shade
giving way to autumn
every leaf finding color
and spirit and freedom
falling to the ground
resting
until blanketed with snow.
The hill above my window then, as
white and barren
pure and empty
solid and strong
as an ivory buddha.
Today I part my hair
a little further to the left.
Every line brings color to
the inside, to the mind,
filling and emptying.
Yet I cannot age
with the grace of trees
tony baldwin 1994
@poetry #poem #poetry
art of tony baldwin
Aug. 22nd, 2010 02:39 pmI have published a book of my poetr, art, and photos.
Find it here:
art of tony baldwin 2010
It can be read online, or purchased both as a pdf download, or a bound and print copy.
Find it here:
art of tony baldwin 2010
It can be read online, or purchased both as a pdf download, or a bound and print copy.
