Hey, you sass that froopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows
where his towel is!  ;)

Vogon Poetry:

   Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
   Thy micturations are to me
   As plurdled gabbleblotchits
   On a lurgid bee
   That mordiously hath bitled out
   Its earted jurtles
   Into a rancid festering [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
   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 turlingdromes
   And hooptiously drangle me
   With crinkly bindlewurdles,
   Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
   See if I don't.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/vogonpoetry/lettergen.shtml
   
Vogon Poem Generator

Here is your Vogon Poem from BBC Cult to ll ( hachiroku_ae88@ )

See, see the saint sky
Marvel at its big fuscia depths.
Tell me, george do you
Wonder why the platypus ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel ugh.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your forkle facial growth
That looks like
A ice.
What's more, it knows
Your fard potting shed
Smells of pea.
Everything under the big saint sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm poos.

and a pic:

http://paul.scifimodels.org.uk/modelling/vogon/vogon_beauty_shot.jpg

It did amaze me to find the amount of people who have had problems with Mr.
Transmission. It does look like they bilk the franchise owners in addition
to the general public. I actually met the two mechanics who worked on my car
after it was too late to do anything but take the car to the dealer. One of
them had a very hard time even reading English as I had him run a computer
diagnostic of the transmission error codes. The other, the supervisor, was
responsable for replacing a sensor that only functioned for a dash gauge
readout. For some reason he thought that it would fix the problem and he
ended up trashing my dash gauge which Ford repaired for me.

Andrew