See, see the annoying sky
Marvel at its big beige depths.
Tell me, Merlina do you
Wonder why the hog ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel tired.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your glurgle facial growth
That looks like
A cheese.
What's more, it knows
Your duck potting shed
Smells of pea.
Everything under the big annoying sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm poos.

(courtesy of the Vogon Poetry Generator, link through Occie or his Husband)