The Vogons, chronicled by intergalactic historian Douglas Adams, are known for their excruciatingly awful poetry.
Vogon poetry is, of course, the third worst in the universe. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem “Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in my Armpit One Midsummer Morning”, four of the audience members died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived only by gnawing one of his own legs off. (Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.)
After several months’ investigation, a brave investigative journalist at the XYZ has uncovered conclusive evidence from text-matching that puts Palmer’s Vogon ethnicity beyond doubt.
Oh freddled gruntbuggly
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don’t!
Clive Palmer poetry:
The similarities are undeniable.
It is unclear what ramifications this revelation will have for Clive Palmer personally, as there is currently no evidence to suggest that the ex-MP took steps to renounce his Vogon citizenship before sitting in Parliament.
It’s your XYZ.