May 25th is
Towel Day.
In honor of the late, great Douglas Adams (1952-2001), I'd like to submit the following poem, penned with imput submitted to the
Vogon Poetry Generator.
For my friend Kenny
See, see the stoic sky
Marvel at its big madras depths.
Tell me, Kenny do you
Wonder why the ardvaark ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel blah?
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your shuklesnarf facial growth
That looks like
A mold.
What's more, it knows
Your saltpeter potting shed
Smells of recluse.
Everything under the big stoic sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm rotten eggs.