Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for June 09, 2015

Gotta be better than Vogon poetry: .Oh frettled gruntbuggly, Thy micturations are to me, As plurdled gabbleblotchits, On a lurgid bee, .That mordiously hath blurted out, Its earted jurtles, Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer .Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles, Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts, And living glupules frart and slipulate, Like jowling meated liverslime.

Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes, And hooptiously drangle me, With crinkly bindlewurdles, Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, See if I don’t.

Unicorn poetry is quite pointed.

at least its better than

The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.They lay. They rotted. They turnedAround occasionally.Bits of flesh dropped off them fromTime to time.And sank into the pool’s mire.They also smelt a great deal.

Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings who was a poet who wrote the worst poetry in the universe. In fact, her poetry is still considered to be the worst in the Galaxy :O

I’d absorb it if Marigold started reciting from the phone book!

I see now.

JABBERWOCK‘Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe.’Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!’He took his vorpal sword in hand:Long time the manxome foe he sought —So rested he by the Tumtum tree,And stood a while in thought.And, as in uffish thought he stood,The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,And burbled as it came!One two! One two! And through and throughThe vorpal blade went snicker-snack!He left it dead, and with its headHe went galumphing back.‘And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?Come to my arms, my beamish boy!Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’He chortled in his joy.’Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe. Lewis Carroll

What rhymes with “unicorn”? Hmmm…

My little piece of the PNW is sunny and bright today, without the oppressive heat that they are having over in the valley.I think that ill do some gardening, and hit the beach for a little whale watching.Have a lovely day Marigold & Phoebe.

Since the day that I was bornI’ve never seen a unicorn.Though skepticism may persist,it doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

There was an old unicorn from Nantucket

Who got his head stuck in a bucket

He used dynamite that day

To try to blow it away

There WAS an old unicorn from Nantucket… :D