can't believe no one replied to this.here's some vogon poetry to brighten your day.Fnorkel purrs to thy gribbling wheezes,Thy fervulent glorps, thy schmalcendent sneezes;Fnorkel giggles at the gurpiest of fnorks,Fnorkelish fnorks, and rapschilious sporks;The purplified lost souls of poinks.Thy peeling grawps offend my delicate xylophone of spam,Yet I find my begurpled soul letting loose a barbaric YAWPAs Fnorkel continues to purr, and sneeze,At thy defunkdified churgle.Oh, blood-red eyes and tentacles!Throbbing, pulsing ventricles!Mucus-oozing pores, and frightful misquotes!Pardon my infin/SPLIT/itive, while I recoverFrom glurfishly poor attempts to pokeSmall, fninkel-wrought porks into Lewis Carroll poetry.Like a summer throughout which all of myFninkle-flavored ice-cream-conesMelt with a glurpssshhhhiiiiiiinkish sound.While I snorfingly attempt to lick them!