You liked that one, eh?
That's one I wrote back in my Freelancer days. It's written in the voice of a character I played named Vogon Jeltz (loosely modeled after or inspired by the Vogon named Jeltz from the Hitchhiker's books by Douglas Adams). He was a rather destructive fellow with constantly ill-temper who loved shouting a lot, perhaps almost as much as he loved blowing up things (hence why the final line is in all caps).
Anyhow, here's another poem, though unrelated.
Drip! Drop!
When drips the drip
On yonder pain
So wrought with sorrow
And my woe's for tomorrow,
Then drops the drop
Of tears again
While the songbird cries
Laughing at my endless tries.
Yay, drops the drip,
Blood of the slain
Washing clean my slate,
Returned to a righteous state.
How drips the drop
Of mercy lain
Gently on my ghost
Reaching down from Heaven's host.
Drip! Drop! Drop! Drip!
In hard, wet rain
Loving is my God
Leading me with Shepherd's rod.
-by F.M. Rachel
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Ah, what the heck...more Vogon madness... (here's another in the voice of Vogon Jeltz).
Chinko Day, My Ode!
Lanes of empty heads flying
Their goods in the blackened dark now strewn
Tallie vintel-virgles should watch their backs!
Calling for help too late,
They went BOOM!
Blackened dark around in flight,
Chinko heard the call, Chinko flew right.
Kracken flurid, salute in honor!
'Til little interloper did interupt,
Jeltz did enjoy the tussel.
Flurid kracken, salute in honor!
Mayhaps again Chinko,
Mayhaps again Jeltz,
Again 'til shattering boom resound,
if left alone to spark in strife
like befits honorable warriors.
Megitz emp slurad, to beggal degree, salute!
In honor salute the Chinko t'day!
My oath.
AND SEE IF I DON'T!
by F.M. Rachel