> O freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me > As plured gabbleblochits on a 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 blurlecruncheon, see > if I dont. > -Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz
Beautiful Alien Verses (yes, that; also known as BAW). Freddled is Vogon for star, by the way. I've modestly attempted a translation, years ago, but it got lost somehow. I specially like when the Improbability Drive turns everything as made of wool (which is Vogon for 'wool', by the way)
