Back in 1997 or so there was a web browser called Vogon Poetry, “the worst web browser on earth.”
Take my money!
> enjoy poetry
You realise that, although the Vogon poetry is indeed astoundingly bad, worse things happen at sea, and in fact, at school. With an effort for which Hercules himself would have patted you on the back, you grit your teeth and enjoy the stuff.
Could be worse. Could be Paklet poetry.
Dont worry, Vogon poetry is third worst, the second being "Ode to a sticky green piece of putty I found growing in my armpit one mid-summer morning"
We are Pakleds, not so smart,
But we have heart, that's a part.
We look for things, we need to fix,
But sometimes, things can play us tricks.
"Make us go," we often say,
Seeking help in our own way.
Not quick or bright, but full of cheer,
We want to learn, have nothing to fear.
In our ship, we do our best,
Hoping for peace, in this vast quest.
Simple words, we often speak,
But kindness is what we truly seek.
Not fast or strong, like others might,
Yet Pakled hearts shine ever bright.
In this universe, so far and wide,
We journey on, side by side.
Do they have an audiobook version?
Bastards illiterate.
They tried doing an audiobook version, but it kept making phones melt.
Really, the sign of a good copy is how short the recording is.
Could be worse. Could be Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Earth
Or Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge.
Back in 1997 or so there was a web browser called Vogon Poetry, “the worst web browser on earth.”
Take my money!
You realise that, although the Vogon poetry is indeed astoundingly bad, worse things happen at sea, and in fact, at school. With an effort for which Hercules himself would have patted you on the back, you grit your teeth and enjoy the stuff.Could be worse. Could be Paklet poetry.
Dont worry, Vogon poetry is third worst, the second being "Ode to a sticky green piece of putty I found growing in my armpit one mid-summer morning"
We are Pakleds, not so smart, But we have heart, that's a part. We look for things, we need to fix, But sometimes, things can play us tricks.
"Make us go," we often say, Seeking help in our own way. Not quick or bright, but full of cheer, We want to learn, have nothing to fear.
In our ship, we do our best, Hoping for peace, in this vast quest. Simple words, we often speak, But kindness is what we truly seek.
Not fast or strong, like others might, Yet Pakled hearts shine ever bright. In this universe, so far and wide, We journey on, side by side.
Is this a real thing? Where can I buy it?