"Baseball" as dreamed by Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz Oh round orb, An epidermis-bovine corpuscle, Sutured in red, Resembling the estrused stripplegrats of Kria. When velocited to satisfiptory measures, Thy stripplegrat eye flees And the prowling jaggleburg wails. The axlebart striker waves his weapon, An hooptious attempt At Sub-Galactic Savarzin diplomacy. Caustic teamsters, jovarzing the field, Scream at the meated volley And crinkily lumber to the Billowy minecaps. But, alas, as the guanobung of Vogon Knows mitutously foul, Intention and fate synerjate as well As a ripturdon in a camfirrare nest. Strikers and teamsters gribble And stravle around the grid. The bovine orb of stripplegrat design Returns to the mountain. The axlebart striker, zavvling and confident, Awaits the next orbit.