UnPoetia:The Norton Anthology of Poetry, Vogon Edition

Poetry for people who hate poetry

Platypus

Fratundling lightly through the grass,
Urply slumltry o'er hills;
Plurdled quaypoofs emitting gas,
Turgid pea that once was Bill's,
For nonce, for thee,
For shame, debris,
Waddled pomorphousising fetid puce
Formless poit by mangled goose
Drunkish foobly stare
By the garden gate
A razed platypus do contemplate.

Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning

Gashee gobberwarts and keratoacanthomas
Seborrheic keratoses, dermatofibromas
Dermoid cysts and pyogenic granulomas
Skin growths galore bursting forth with splen'drous warm puss

Skin tags and keloids and dysplastic nevi
As tasty and fruitful as Apple Brown Betty
Lipomas and moles are so scrumptious and nutty
But none taste so sweet as this lump of green putty

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

Wizened fortuitousitude begs an answer
Lurgid shamblings to the rhythm of a dancer
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
Nearly always preferred to hepaticocholangiocholecystenterostomitosis
Lungs diseased or rancid gall bladder
Convoluted marmoset calculates something is the matter
Asping mlumly by the bloited incomprehensibilities
While I munch upon a slice of cheese

My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles

An excerpt from the full 12-book epic by poet master Grunthos the Flatulent

Hooptiously flagurgling with flatulence aplenty,
From dining on cysts sweet as Apple Brown Betty;
I steeped in the tub and what sounds I did make,
Erupting the water like an ocean floor quake;

Bleems blooping blick from expungiest foonting;
Micturations fleck ick on the walls by my tooting;
Groop floating topside, fripping with ecch;
Chronic gabbleblotchitis spurting forth bleghh;

The sound and the fury of the gruntbuggling disaster,
With the noises and smells from my guts blowing faster;
From bindlewurdle-filled bowels, teeming with gases,
Blown every which way from my half-dozen asses.

Analysis of the poem by Lachybus The poet expresses the joy of setting into a bath, and letting several off, “I steeped in the tub and what sounds I did make,” and how good the release of his bowels is as he is “teeming with gases.” When he is releasing the gas from his “half-dozen asses”, the effect is like “Erupting the water like an ocean floor quake.” Using humour the poet can express ideas that that though on the surface appear gross, are actually part of daily life as “The sound and the fury of the gruntbuggling disaster” show the humourous aspect of what is considered a private affair.

The poet has achieved this effect in the three couplet stanzas by speech and sound devices.

Speech devices The wording is often nonsense with some words like foonting and bindlewurdle (foolish + fainting; Bindle + Wurdle) which allows the viewer to make up their own ideas on what the poem (and the words) means. Medical terminology such as “micturations” and “blotchitis” are used in order to increase the grossness of the poem. Similes such as “dining on cysts sweet as Apple Brown Betty” give an insight into the poet’s mind.

Sound devices The poem has rhyme in the structure of a,a,b,b as in “foonting”, “tooting”, “ecch”, “bleghh”. Onomatopoeic plosives occur frequently, which enhance the explosiveness of the fart(s) Alliteration occurs only in the line “Bleems blooping blick from expungiest foonting”. The poet only puts it there because a) it sounds good b) he wanted to.

The many different types of cheese

Oh frubungly cheese, so floopy and wry,
How I love to grottnogle you with a pork pie,
Often found tangled in frungled hair,
Oft I go looking for cheese is in there

Do Not Mow Bleckly

Topaz is widely accepted to be the worst of all Vogon poets, which it to say that his verse is almost tolerable to human ears. While normally a poem of this damnable quality would not be included in this book, it is notable for two reasons: one, it created the grassroots movement that resulted in Earth being demolished; and two, it was appropriated by Dylan Thomas and released as an "original" work.

Do not mow bleckly o'er that dust mite,
For that hyperspace bypass to make way;
Rage, rage against the dying of the mite.

Though Vogons build their roads for reasons right,
Phlegg creatures may be caballed on the way;
Do not mow wreckly o'er that dust mite.

Tiny germs must we strive to treat polite;
Their frail souls might we trounce by our survey;
Rage against the death of the parasite.

Wild spores we catch and stun from flensome flight,
And learn, too late, by our error we slay.
Do not mow bleckly o'er that dust mite.

But men deserve death for their blinded sight;
A predator worthy of being prey;
Rage, rage against the dying of the mite.

Reduce the heathen from their errant height;
Curse, kill them now with your machines, I pray.
Do not mow wreckly o'er that dust mite,
Rage against the death of the parasite.

The Organ

Lyshustinously appalling! Hear thy menabulous frothsoofling-
For the fraptatious groggling keeps me awaking zesutheously,
And thy lamentation thorgling across the brain have quithled my thoughts.
Ferblump unto me, vorkut my name, and pabxanthiacatal thy oregmnagations,
Unti the organ, trilhalquafing thy solemn gerondus, castigulmines my reputung duepaldly-
And endeth the culmceptatunwibele.

Duty Roster

I flibilize your crimpinfizzle!
Coronate the Frankensteins!
Krill the horga-diza-mibble
And trilobite the dergonblintze!
So if you torbidize the dibble
Kingothon the morgansties,
And horinsate the colga-mibble,
Then coriskate the forgenmisters!
And kralk the gorgomister, see if I don't!
Unless you horbilize your megadonkeys,
I will snoodle you on a cramba Aruraqna-turgle!
So creampithon your smelvs to your tkelvs
And whorimate a roge/kmervs!
I should trilgimize the dribble!
Kingiqate the flotypies.
You better feed the bugblatters
Unless you want a canntrollupation . . .
Do it NOW, you moron!

Bleem Blurglecruncheon

Bleem Blurglecruncheon
Blangle a truncheon,
Drangle a fraptid
Gerond arachnid.