Topic: diy poetry

[Multiveg]

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

See, see the annoying sky
Marvel at its big pink depths.
Tell me, Emma do you
Wonder why the toad ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel terrible.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your flabulous facial growth
That looks like
A cheese.
What's more, it knows
Your pea potting shed
Smells of bogey.
Everything under the big annoying sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm garlics.

http://www.links2love.com/poem_generator.htm

Your skin glows like the pomegranate, blossoms big as the dahlia in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your harpsichord voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle wing.
I am comforted by your jumper that I carry into the twilight of cupbeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my leg falls from my sock, it reminds me of your table.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bang of the day.
My heated head leaps to my scarf. I wait in the moonlight for your secret fire so that we may swim as one, head to head, in search of the magnificient black and mystical book of love.

[boris]

This is great stuff, MV, real top quality Vogon verse...

See, see the daffy sky   
Marvel at its big pink depths.   
Tell me, bob do you   
Wonder why the coypu ignores you?   
Why its foobly stare   
makes you feel murzy.   
I can tell you, it is   
Worried by your flurge facial growth
That looks like
A pickled chilli.
What's more, it knows
Your splinge potting shed
Smells of putty.
Everything under the big daffy sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm rotten cabbages

[redimp]

Mine were just far too disturbing to record for posterity  ;D

[undercarriage plan]

Well, you did better than me!! All I got was " An error has occurred.." Am going to hide under bed clothes... ::) ;D ;)

[undercarriage plan]

Oh dear, should have stayed under bed clothes.....

My Love


Your skin glows like the plum, blossoms sexy as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your violin voice and leaps like a panther at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle wing.
I am comforted by your jeans that I carry into the twilight of stonebeams and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wine.
As my nose falls from my coat, it reminds me of your river.
In the quiet, I listen for the last humming of the day.
My heated neck leaps to my scarf. I wait in the moonlight for your secret sea so that we may loving as one, neck to neck, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical basket of love.

[Derekthefox]

Knowing the power of Vogon poetry, I daren't even read it ...

Derekthefox :D

[wardy]

Ok here we go

See, see the determined sky
Marvel at its big pink depths.
Tell me, mate do you
Wonder why the warthog ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel stiff.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your twonky facial growth
That looks like
A sausage.
What's more, it knows
Your parp potting shed
Smells of sprout.
Everything under the big determined sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm vomit.

Next up is my love poem:-   Aiken - I wrote it just for you  ;D

Your skin glows like the peach, blossoms sweet as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your violin voice and leaps like a slug at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great wood pigeon wing.
I am comforted by your flatcap that I carry into the twilight of shedbeams and hold next to my bosom.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Tenants.
As my bottom falls from my wellingtons, it reminds me of your greenhouse.
In the quiet, I listen for the last gasp of the day.
My heated heart leaps to my bodywarmer. I wait in the moonlight for your secret hammock so that we may dig as one, fizog to fizog, in search of the magnificient green and mystical courgette of love.

[Doris_Pinks]

Here are mine! Had great fun thanks Multi! ;D

See, see the Nurturing sky
Marvel at its big Lime Green depths.
Tell me, Fiona do you
Wonder why the Vulture ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel tired.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your Sprologget facial growth
That looks like
A mouldy cheese.
What's more, it knows
Your moist potting shed
Smells of pea.
Everything under the big Nurturing sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm Rotten Eggs.


My Love


Your skin glows like the kiwi, blossoms dribbling as the orchid in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your bassoon voice and leaps like a hyena at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great vulture wing.
I am comforted by your knickers that I carry into the twilight of Parisbeams and hold next to my kneecap.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of slime.
As my nostril falls from my g-string, it reminds me of your heart.
In the quiet, I listen for the last birdsong of the day.
My heated elbow leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret tableleg so that we may bite as one, elbow to elbow, in search of the magnificient Fuschia and mystical piano of love.

[wardy]

Doris Pinks crowned Britiain's next poet laureate  ;D

[AikenDrum]

Not really sure anout this !     ;D

My Love


Your skin glows like the pomegranate, blossoms breathtakingly as the heather in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flugelhorn voice and leaps like a panther at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great puffin wing.
I am comforted by your stringvest that I carry into the twilight of mountainbeams and hold next to my earlobe.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of quicksilver.
As my bellybutton falls from my longjohns, it reminds me of your valley.
In the quiet, I listen for the last syncopation of the day.
My heated eyelash leaps to my beachwear. I wait in the moonlight for your secret glen so that we may reconstitute as one, eyelash to eyelash, in search of the magnificient tartan and mystical rivermouth of love.

[wardy]

Well you got the flugelhorn voice right anyroad  ;D   

Not bad Aiken, I was expectin a lot worse  ;D ;D

[reedos]

Thought you'd all gone absolutely doo-lally. Anyway here's mine

Your skin glows like the rapsberry, blossoms hideous as the sunflower in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great swan wing.
I am comforted by your pants that I carry into the twilight of fishbeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my hand falls from my knickers, it reminds me of your butterfly.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bang of the day.
My heated feet leaps to my socks. I wait in the moonlight for your secret table so that we may flying as one, feet to feet, in search of the magnificient red and mystical chair of love.

&

See, see the small sky
Marvel at its big orange depths.
Tell me, Nick do you
Wonder why the toad ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel knackered.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your technobiff facial growth
That looks like
A cheese.
What's more, it knows
Your horlicks potting shed
Smells of frog.
Everything under the big small sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm sockss.

[AikenDrum]

I wrote this over 9 years ago about one of my daughters that I wasn't able to watch growing up, dunno why it says it 2005, and she is even more beautiful now than she was then  *smiles contetedly*

http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P4123061&BN=999&PN=1

[Icyberjunkie]

My Love

Your skin glows like the banana, blossoms awesome as the primrose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your saxophone voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great ostrich wing.
I am comforted by your bra that I carry into the twilight of car beams and hold next to my breast.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wine.
As my lip falls from my face, it reminds me of your door.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bang of the day.
My heated arm leaps to my trousers. I wait in the moonlight for your secret house so that we may large as one, arm to arm, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical garden of love.

Waiting for the vogon one!    Great fun these things!

[AikenDrum]

< ... wonders why the guys on here tend to mention undergarments all the time  ... hmmmm, probably a fixation thingy   8)

[undercarriage plan]

Blimey!! What was that? As she jumps out of skin......was that day banging again  ::), Icy, think I just tread on your lips whilst reaching for me nose......sorry....here you go.. :-\ ;D ;)