Bad Vogon Poetry

See, see the ugly sky
Marvel at its big moss green depths.
Tell me, Nathaniel do you
Wonder why the vogon ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel tired.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your farble facial growth
That looks like
A peaches.
What’s more, it knows
Your smack potting shed
Smells of mucus.
Everything under the big ugly sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm festering garbage.b