Elite Poetry

[IndigoWyrd]

Many ships are smallish,
'Winder, Cobra, Hauler
Many ships are longer,
Many ships are teller
Many ships are massive,
Cutter, Clipper, 'Conda,
So why my mother in law mass locks them all has to make you wonder.........

Yer mother-in-law mass locks Jaques station,
She has no scale, just an equation,
She can't go outside, she's already world-wide,
And all out luck, for she jumped into the air and got stuck,
And it takes a neutron star boost to get to her good side.

[Schmack]

Dave likes to mine
mines every thing
collecting the fragments
from the pristine ring

hours would pass
limpets expiring
Dave at the helm
Never retiring

Back at the station
With a full bay
Selling his metals
collecting his pay

There sits Dave
all broken hearted
Dave is poorer now
Than when he first started

Mike likes to fly
Station to station
Hauling his passenger
To his desination

Mike wastes no time
Collecting his guests
Never even bothers
With their requests

Back on the pad
Missions completed
There next to Dave
Who's completely defeated

Mike is now rich
From minutes of travel
While Dave is a bum
Selling his gravel

[shadragon]

A new CMDR named Toad,
Demanded that credits flowed.
A player crocodilian,
He exploited several billion.
Then rage quit over no story mode.

[IndigoWyrd]

A new CMDR named Toad,
Demanded that credits flowed.
A player crocodilian,
He exploited several billion.
Then rage quit over no story mode.

Now there's a tale to be told,
and I've some Florida real estate to be sold,
And if you deal with me,
I'll throw in this elevator key.
(I'm telling you this never gets old!)

[adni86]

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Your cargo is tasty,
Now I will kill you.

[Dan Dare]

There once was a pilot got married
His guests he continually harried
Tune in to his channel
He's on the comms panel
He didn't so much dillied as dallied.


I'll get my coat..

[Ninj]

The beauty of space
The void has made me insane
Oh so many stars

[Duedy]

Robigo is dead,
Quince is too,
Any Exploit you find
Will soon be Nerfed too

[babelfisch]

I'll just repost my entry from the other thread...
https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showth...Rambling-poems

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

[Duedy]

I think my Babelfisch isn't working.

[IndigoWyrd]

I'll just repost my entry from the other thread...
https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showth...Rambling-poems

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

"Vogon poetry is, of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning", four of the audience members died of internal hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived only by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own large intestine - in a desperate attempt to save life itself - leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison."

I think my Babelfisch isn't working.

Perhaps you've inserted it in the wrong place. They're meant to go in the ear.

[Ian Phillips]

I think my Babelfisch isn't working.

Good moves #1524: Insert Babelfisch just in time to hear some Vogon poetry

[Komemiute]

Some stars glare red,
Some planets are blue,
Playing Solo is a way,
to tell Griefers "***k you".

[Rob At Work]

There I was happily making money at Quince,
Then it was Nerfed a whole,
So off I went to the Community Goal,
New AntiGoid Tech was the thing,
Another nerf bat arrived,
and I haven't logged on since

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Most planets are round
But absolutely every thing is BROWN!

I didnt realise I am a Poet,
I should be on the stage,
Maybe it wasn't exactly brown,
A better description is beige!

[babelfisch]

Perhaps you've inserted it in the wrong place. They're meant to go in the ear.

Yes, they are meant to go in the rear. What's so hard to understand about it?

Anyway, I think it's time for a new nickname.