Saturday, January 1, 2011

Third-Worst Poetry in the Galaxy

O freddled gruntbuggly
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee
That mordiously hath bitled out its earted jurtles
Into a rancid festering...

Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustules
Are splurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
And living glupules frat and slipulate
Like jowling meated liverslime
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't.

6 comments:

  1. as someone who is no native english speaker I'm frankly not able to read this hehe.

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  2. this is... oh... this is... the most awesome thing i ever read...

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