"The" Vogonity

This vouchsafement of a votive vision of old,
is a vow to versify our vitriolic vituperations
and vehement vociferations
of vividly violent views, or of vague volutations --ventings vagrant voluble and verbose,
but never wanting in verve or vigour.

Look not here, visitor, for victors or vanquished, for this is not war -- it's verse.

And before the voodoo of this voraginous verbiage starts looking voulu, I shall revert to the vernacular, and begin by reproducing this colourful manifestation of the heavenly inspiration which coincided with the conception of the grandiose ambition of Vogonity.


Here's some very profound poetry inspired by the sight of a solitary orange "piece" (for want of a better word) lying on the staircase leading down to the h-6 corridor. It's titled

"An ode to the solitary orange "piece" (for want of a better word) lying on the staircase leading down to the h-6 corridor"

There the orange "piece" (for want of a better word) lay
and there it lay
and continued to do so.

there came a dog and sniffed it
and the smell apparently miffed it
for it solemnly just walked away
and walked away
and continued to do so

two poets came in sight of it
one left, one to the right of it
reflected on the plight of it.
one walked right away
one was left there to stay
and thus, there he did stay
and continued to do so

he thought, then, it was time
to speak by means of rhyme
of the orange "piece" (for want of a better word) that lay
on the staircase and to this day
continues to do so...
at the sight of the orange "piece" (for want of a better word)
the poet and his thoughts concurred
and thus he wrote away
(and continues to do so):

   "There the orange "piece" (for want of a better word) lay
    and there it lay
    and continued to do so.

    there came a dog and sniffed it
    and the smell apparently miffed it
    for it solemnly just walked away
    and walked away
    and continued to do so.

    two poets came in sight of it
    one left, one to the right of it
    reflected on the plight of it.
    one walked right away
    one was left there to stay
    and thus, there he did stay
    and continued to do so

    he thought, then, it was time
    to speak by means of rhyme
    of the orange "piece" (for want of a better word) that lay
    on the staircase and to this day
    continues to do so...
    at the sight of the orange "piece" (for want of a better word)
    the poet and his thoughts concurred
    and thus he wrote away
    (and continues to do so):

       "There the orange "piece" (for want of a better word) lay
        and there it lay
        and continued to do so

        there came a dog and sniffed it
        and the smell apparently miffed it
        for it solemnly just walked away
        and walked away
        and continued to do so 

        two poets came in sight of it
        one left, one to the right of it
        reflected on the plight of it.
        one walked right away
        one was left there to stay
        and thus, there he did stay
        and continued to do so

        he thought, then, it was time
        to speak by means of rhyme
        of the orange "piece" (for want of a better word) that lay
        on the staircase. and to this day
        continues to do so...
        at the sight of the orange "piece" (for want of a better word)
        the poet and his thoughts concurred
        and thus he wrote away
        (and continues to do so):

           "There the orange "piece" (for want of a better word) lay
            and there it lay
            and continued to do so

            ..........."""

(If the idea of recursive poetry with 3,5,7,9-lined-stanzas appeals to you a lot, feel free to go back up and re-read. If that doesn't curb the excitement brewing inside you, we accept gifts in the form of pizzas, ice-creams and assorted chips.)