Speaking of goats, Saturday I went to a Mexican First Communion, the caterers served goat stew with pinto beans, guacamole, fresh finely chopped onions and cilantro with a wedge of lime, hot tortillas and hot sauce. I have to admit, it wasn't bad.
The [censored] were running around all over the place, it was like a madhouse.
And then I found this Vogon Poetry Generator on line, here is a sample of the poetry that I helped create:
See, see the hook nosed sky
Marvel at its big polka dot puce depths.
Tell me, Mr. Particle do you
Wonder why the diseased wombat ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel calambrical.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your barkfluousted facial growth
That looks like
A cold beany weenie.
What's more, it knows
Your puck potting shed
Smells of a squished pea.
Everything under the big hook nosed sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm snail viscerae.