fallen verses

One Hoopy Frood
for Douglas Adams

Let the salmon of doubt swim upstream
and spawn
for they are the tastiest of fish.

The dolphins have fled.
Despite the reports
they did not engage in a farewell song-and-dance
simultaneously at every Sea-World.
They decided to swim alongside the stars:
better hours and more vacation.

Two heads, as it turns out,
is not better than one.
I model the gnab gib in my bathtub.

Space is big, really big.
Compared to sponge cake,
we are all really freaking important!
though not as full of cakey deliciousness.

Cricket is an incomprehensible sport
outside of Britain.

There is always construction.
Will there always be muddy flower-beds?
There is always destruction.
When the yellow ships come
will you know where your towel is?

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