Vogon poetry is a variety of poetry, often considered to be one of the worst in the universe.
Description in the Hitchhiker's GuideEdit
Vogon poetry is, of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning", four of the audience members died of internal hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived only by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own large intestine - in a desperate attempt to save life itself - leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.
Bro's on yo block with that glock, right now
Drop me like an Opp and indeed, get shot down
She wanna ~ X wanna
You wanna? L-l-lick my dick like a what? Nice!
Lick my dick like Lil Wayne lollypop, huh!
Hi, my name's Ryan!
What do they call me? The wolf in sheep's skin
Try me, might fight, fist fuck, on sight
Wrist heavy, fat dyke
Pop Molly, Mike Ike
I got glacial white ice, and my bitch racks nice
And I do fight dykes, ride my dick like a bike
Fight Before Concert
I got black in my voots
My name Toby like I'm Roots
Grab that bat, Babe Ruth
Swing that bitch might lose a tooth
She suck dick with no tooth
My nose runny like achoo
With that pussy I got coins
Might insert right in her groin
It's like jelly
Dick right in her belly
Baby got back
Bitch come look at my tats
You got taxed
My head lookin' like bratz
Dump that bitch
Who gonna hold my racks
See Also If You Have ToEdit
Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings