Alice wun Brornthac’zil

L' An'yui ulu Dro, L' Tresk'ri lu' Rilbol zhahqueszith – draa !
Lu'oh bauth natha yugho ujool d' jalukal'vurshu?

Страшни смешки, смешни страшки! За послушните и храбрите!
Did you know that in Soviet Russia, the blog writes YOU?

 

Alice'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
Cheshire Cat'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,'
Alice'I don’t know where. . .'
Cheshire Cat'Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,'

Vogon poem number 1
Puking chartreuse depths.

See, see the hysterical sky
Marvel at its big chartreuse depths.
Tell me, Random Visitor do you
Wonder why the hedgehog ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel shaggy?
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your gugesh facial growth
That looks like a carrot.
What's more, it knows
Your puke potting shed
Smells of severed goblin toes.
Everything under the big hysterical sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm Mexicans.

 

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