{"id":368,"date":"2013-06-02T20:54:37","date_gmt":"2013-06-03T03:54:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=368"},"modified":"2017-09-06T14:42:33","modified_gmt":"2017-09-06T21:42:33","slug":"0602","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/06\/02\/0602\/","title":{"rendered":"0602"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/062013\/0602.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>0602<br \/>\nShare with 42 friends<\/p>\n<p><strong>Vogon Poetry<\/strong><br \/>\nBy Douglas Adams<\/p>\n<p>Oh freddled gruntbuggly,<br \/>\nThy micturitions are to me,<br \/>\nAs plurdled gabbleblotchits,<br \/>\nOn a lurgid bee,<br \/>\nThat mordiously hath bitled out,<br \/>\nIts earted jurtles,<br \/>\nInto a rancid festering confectious inner-sphincter. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]<br \/>\nNow the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,<br \/>\nAre slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,<br \/>\nAnd living glupules frart and slipulate,<br \/>\nLike jowling meated liverslime,<br \/>\nGroop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,<br \/>\nAnd hooptiously drangle me,<br \/>\nWith crinkly bindlewurdles,<br \/>\nOr else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,<br \/>\nSee if I don&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"0602 Share with 42 friends Vogon Poetry By Douglas Adams Oh freddled gruntbuggly, Thy micturitions are to me, As plurdled gabbleblotchits, On a lurgid bee, That mordiously hath bitled out, Its earted jurtles, Into a rancid festering confectious inner-sphincter. [drowned out by moaning and screaming] Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles, Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts, And living glupules frart and slipulate, Like jowling meated liverslime, Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes, And hooptiously drangle me, With crinkly bindlewurdles, Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, See if I don\\'t.\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>0602 Share with 42 friends Vogon Poetry By Douglas Adams Oh freddled gruntbuggly, Thy micturitions are to me, As plurdled gabbleblotchits, On a lurgid bee, That mordiously hath bitled out, Its earted jurtles, Into a rancid festering confectious inner-sphincter. [drowned out by moaning and screaming] Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles, Are slurping hagrilly up the &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/06\/02\/0602\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">0602<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[94],"class_list":["post-368","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic","tag-numbers"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/368"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=368"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/368\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":430,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/368\/revisions\/430"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=368"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=368"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=368"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}