In honor of the forthcoming (opening today, in fact) "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" movie, I have composed a little poetry for your reading (dis)pleasure.
As I have already issued a warning, you may proceed as you choose.
Flatulence and Death
See, see the cratch sky
Marvel at its big aubergine depths.
Tell me, you smag, do you
Wonder
why the vulture ignores you?
Why its foobly stare makes you feel snerly.
I can tell you,
It is worried by your filkot facial growth
That looks like
A rotting parsnip.
What's more, it knows
Your rutch potting shed
Smells of peas.
Everything under the big cratch sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm dilges.
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