Sounds a bit like Lewis Carroll:

"'t Was brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe..."

Was that earlier or later, Vogon (or whoever)?

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Regards,
Sander


Peter Popov <pet### [at] usanet> schreef in berichtnieuws
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> I can't help thinking about the poetry of the Azagoths  of  Kria, the
> second worst poetry in the entire Universe, and in particular about
> the masterpiece by Poet  Master Grunthos the Flatulent  called "Ode To
> A Small Lump of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer
> Morning".
>
> And some Vogon poetry to go with that:
>
> "Oh frettled gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me
> As plurdled gabbleblotchits  ona 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!"
>
> Sorry, had to ;)
>
>
> Peter Popov
> pet### [at] usanet
> ICQ: 15002700

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