http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/vogonpoetry/lettergen.shtml
Anyone else may wonder why we've gone out of our way to generate auto poetry like this:
See, see the old sky
Marvel at its big beige depths.
Tell me, friend do you
Wonder why the genet ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel slithery.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your offddddog facial growth
That looks like
A mould.
What's more, it knows
Your clart potting shed
Smells of grass.
Everything under the big old sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm my cats.
