Vogon Poetry

See, see the Clean freak sky
Marvel at its big Orange depths.
Tell me, Daniel do you
Wonder why the bald dog ignores you?
Why its foobly staremakes you feel Dark.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your sluttony facial growth
That looks like
A mould. What's more, it knows
Your High visibility vest potting shed
Smells of Cacti.
Everything under the big Clean freak sky
Asks why,
why do you even bother?
You only charm The lovely reps.--