See, see the perfect sky
Marvel at its big pink depths.
Tell me, ivor do you
Wonder why the camel ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel hard.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your sncharbath facial growth
That looks like
A light.
What's more, it knows
Your erectile potting shed
Smells of pea.
Everything under the big perfect sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm noses.
Courtesy of Vogon Poetry Generator ....