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Originally Posted by trichobezoar
VOGON POETRY
The Wilting Rose
I lay here wilting away
For the sun no longer shines on me,
The clouds don't offer shade,
The rain no longer cleanses me--
Cleansing the pain away.
Only darkness is my companion,
Nothingness my shrine.
The end?
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Originally Posted by trichobezoar
I have a few more Vogonish poems--they're much more excruciating. Wanna see them?
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I'm sorry but that isn't bad enough to approach vogonic levels of badness. In fact, it is actually quite a pleasant poem. It has just the right amount of darkness.