A Thursday in March
It’s a Thursday;
well, as days go –
and they do –
it’s the only Thursday that matters
at the moment.
I mean, when tomorrow (Friday)
will be condemned to the past – history –
and we will all have moved on.
Anyway, it’s Thursday,
and that means…
well, it means different things
to different people,
hope it meets all your expectations –
if you have any –
expectations, that is –
about ‘this’ ‘current’ Thursday.
‘This must be Thursday,’ said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. ‘I never could get the hang of Thursdays.’
Vogon Poem Generator
Here is my Vogon Poem from the BBC’s Vogon- Poetry Generator Program at
See, see the Dead sky
Marvel at its big Pink depths.
Tell me, ‘I forget his name’ do you
Wonder why the ugly cat ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel bed-ready.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your afgriggflomZ facial growth
That looks like
A new life form.
What’s more, it knows
Your Napples potting shed
Smells of a small, green thing.
Everything under the big Dead sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm my overalls.
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