The Sligulous Prondle-Garg

My first attempt at Vogon Poetry, inspired by a joke I made on the thoughtbot chat today.

The Sligulous Prondle-Garg

Like franticores on Gibulax we sloked our nurmy gelbs,
While o’er the crutted blige a foetid krax our booge did fell.
To see that crenulacious crange
I would conflay numolic spange!

And though flatsolicorpulatic flugs engaled the flelf,
Our liprosatchic gormistles withheld their grury krell.
A grox upon that strandulay
Would slaguform my grontifay.

And yet the snorgy wanges have reglored.

Apologies to Douglas Adams and, well, everyone.