I don’t know if the Vogon Poetry Generator is still around, but it once produced this bit of hilarity. Share and enjoy!
The Stocking of Hate
I’ll entice you till the fuse
Is grappled and perpetuated so as to hope
And the cold rocks go liking
Like the walnuts and the conspiracy.
The toes shall fly like sonnets,
For in my prongs I surrender to
The “STOCKING of hate”,
And the beautiful idiom of the solid.
Could but I do, within me
my lust and body;
To such a mammalian delight ’twould jostle me.
And because I am hard, and die and MIX snow,
You express, you see me so there can be no coffee,
And it is too hot to LOVE a singer: my rust and opportunity —
That does groan and leads the reason of thy sock.
And all who dreamed bedding should embarrass them there,
And all should fail, ahoy! Ugh!
His delightful liquids, his intoxicating a river!
Generated using the iPhone Vogon Poetry Constructor – http://bit.ly/VogonPoems