Ian Mitchell's Vogon Poetry Outburst

Slinkmuck mine, Oh how I bestraddle thy gurglings!On fettid slobbernuts I craw and splain'Nixt ever mutid mangle-knobs.Yea, forever splooned is my gutted wivverlockSince first I crulpt o'er mire and meanI mean to say, why are you so grottid?It festles my grotch e'er more, you see.Yet grot if ye must, and burble my bladderskotMy bladderskot burst afore I met theeGo fiddlecoop, young wobbartmould, this greenfeckled morningAnd I'll mould thy wobbart to the slinkmuck of me.Get me out of here