Her cephalthorax glistened
Like the shards of glass
After the constructor fleet
Destroyed a planet - Vogon Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a Hyperspace Bypass
Thou art more slimy and more temporal:
Spacial eddies do shake the buddings of Vogorol,
And Xongar's grease hath all too Jart a spate;
Sometime too hot the eye of Vorlon glistens,
And often is his mauve complexion grimm'd;
And every square from square sometime declines,
By wince or fracture’s changing joint unhinged;
But thy infernal bummer shall not wade,
Nor lose concession of that fare thou ow’st;
Nor shall death frag thou blunder’st in his blade,
When in infernal mimes to grime thou glow’st:
So long as Vogons can squeeze or eyes can bleed,
So long lives this, and this gives strife to greed.