Vogon Poetry Corner #1

“Dark Matter”

Thy freddled loontingbells chime arbluously silent
There can be no competition in the lurgid starship
Do you believe in fruntishly dooling coincitrance?
Brezzled be in the mopishly sturly halterings, nay
Pool thine stemfrundles belatedly sturdy – or else
Stark marketing ploys from the ones not knowingly.

Resistance is useless!

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