Media Far Kern Of The Underground and other poems by AB

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What the hell is a 'vogon'? A vegan bogan? o_O
I think the answer to this question is 42. Or that might be the answer to another question :think:
 

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LOL

Is this really the finest?

Vogon poetry at its worst.

the hyperspace bypass is sorely needed which is why I voted for Zaphod Beeblebrox

a few dumb flogs shouldn't stop progress
 
Yes, you are probably right. I think I've heard that vogon rfctiger74 mentioning 42 several times in between kombucha marshmallows

still stealing my lines - no wonder you retired from the swampbrabs
 

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Your lines? We were talking goon sacks at the Swampies way back before you came along...you stole from us and tried to make the Furies Swamp-lite o_O

pffff - you recruited a kid who changed the culture of your club to one the Disney Channel admires. There is a reason I call you the swampbrabs
 
'Twas by accident he ascended, to the post suddenly vacated,
By the Milkman who had fallen in with a bad crowd

The band recently parted, left a hole inside the hearted,
And all that remained was sportsmaniac and a Cloud_


Then Dingster magically appeared, and whispered in his ear,
"We can build it; they will come and the music will play again"

The Auction House was alerted, funds slyly diverted,
And all the trash was thrown in the bin


The road was long and potholed, and Qooty gods were invoked,
To halt the eight game streak of many fails,

And evil rose to greet him, and he ne'er let them beat him,
All their efforts were of no avail


But the spoon was the reward, and the Cloud got bored,
And vanished, to rise again as a Royale

Still the Dingster was unbowed, and he gathered all around
An impressive rookie bunch of boys and girl


The season of 25 began, as 24 had ran,
With defeats and disdain ringing in their ears

They GotTheGoodes and had many a brutal battle
And collectively gained the respect of all their peers


Thus they gathered their wits together, and rose above the weather,
To slip into seventh seat on the table

They were irrepressible; their chatter was unmissable,
But they fell to the elders at the final hurdle


The Captain climbed aboard, his old and trusted steed,
And said "This will be the final frontier"

The troops gave him a cheer, and without any fear,
Set forth once more into the breech and beer


Alas, the Dingster was waylaid, in a place of ill repute,
To become a shopkeeper of the meek and mild

In his place on Captains right, arose a shooting comet bright
But SarahSmiles was little more than a child


A lieutenant was sorely needed, and the protege reappeared,
Clancy of the Underground joined the final fray

He Far Kern had the Captains back; it was a calculated attack,
And skipper felt the steel at first light of day


In a final triumphant battle, philreich's ribs were rattled
The second Holy Grail was set free

And in his final leaders breath, as vultures fed upon his death,
The Captains final words were "First To Three"
 

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