A Poem...

See, see the chubby sky
Marvel at its big lime-green depths.
Tell me, Spanky, do you
Wonder why the echidna ignores you?
Why its foobly stare makes you feel sluggish?
I can tell you, it is worried by your felzac facial growth
that looks like scrambled eggs.
What's more, it knows
Your brass nipple potting shed smells of grapes.
Everything under the big chubby sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm cabbages.

Courtesy of the Vogon Poetry Generator at BBC.co.uk