Thursday, 24 May 2012

Vogon poetry generator

If you love Douglas Adams and Hitchhiker's like any true geek, you'll love this.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/vogonpoetry/lettergen.shtml

Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz

Anyone else may wonder why we've gone out of our way to generate auto poetry like this:

See, see the old sky
Marvel at its big beige depths.
Tell me, friend do you
Wonder why the genet ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel slithery.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your offddddog facial growth 
That looks like 
A mould. 
What's more, it knows
Your clart potting shed 
Smells of grass.
Everything under the big old sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm my cats.

5 comments:

  1. See, see the awesome sky
    Marvel at its big pink depths.
    Tell me, Lexi do you
    Wonder why the troll ignores you?
    Why its foobly stare
    makes you feel drowsy.
    I can tell you, it is
    Worried by your huggle facial growth
    That looks like
    A milk.
    What's more, it knows
    Your epidermis potting shed
    Smells of Bill Gate's penis.
    Everything under the big awesome sky
    Asks why, why do you even bother?
    You only charm bird ****s.--

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  2. mafia games
    oh the wifom!
    let us hope that town will prevail

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  3. On a dark and stormy night
    or at least I expect it to be tonight
    I ready these enchanting words.

    This poem doeth inspire
    to make me stand on the highest spire
    and vomit out my curds.

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  4. Oh freddled gruntbuggly,

    Thy micturitions are to me,

    As plurdled gabbleblotchits,

    On a lurgid bee,

    That mordiously hath blurted out,

    Its earted jurtles,

    Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.

    Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,

    Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,

    And living glupules frart and slipulate,

    Like jowling meated liverslime,

    Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,

    And hooptiously drangle me,

    With crinkly bindlewurdles,

    Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,

    See if I don't.

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  5. My shoelace is purple
    Nevertheless, He has judged her mailbox
    We bow to ocean
    Firefly
    Frozen rubber can melt horses and their paws
    Colorless yellow words tire easily
    And more, it knows swords can eat
    I have three

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