MyVogonPoetry

We wish you a perngoogled Christmas  and a very narndangled new hoopblurgen! Bah! Tinned Sardines 

I murgle-wort mine tharg for thee - I told you I would! Dribble nangle hord, mine is the greatest borg. The stars niddled above us as we smurggled. We gluttered thangingly into each others smargs. My heart fluttered and bangly-tharnwacked! I burgen dangle you! ooooh - you are my hoopssnarg, I told you you are! With a nurd in my shoe!

Spring nurgles winters frrrrrr plants bum-thurgingly hide; can life shushingly grow?

Oh thine rundubbly bon above John, where is tea? Mine is wurk-thangly as always bloog - wouldn't you say! Ahhhh! - I say to thee! oh! Crumpets!

His T-shirt tizwargles of poo. Thine thumbungling blancmange hast a pea within. Jon hurt my snitch! It is now alive like an orangutans thang-swizzel! Fotherly I wurggle, ahhhhhhhhhhh! Mine blood red snurt is nurdling!