See, see the loving sky
Marvel at its big beige depths.
Tell me, Maggie do you
Wonder why the warthog ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel tired.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your fribulance facial growth
That looks like
A cheese.
What's more, it knows
Your bledge potting shed
Smells of sprout.
Everything under the big loving sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm vinegars.

from the Vogon Poetry Generator