Today's entry in the Vogon Poetry Hall Of Fame...
send a hen-turkey rattling off her nest in a thicket on the river's edge, or perhaps surprise even an antelope sufficiently close to point out to the ladies from our window the exquisite flight of that swiftest and most beautiful creature in our American fauna. But our road will not be in running order very long before this sight becomes the rarest of the rare. The stolid buffalo will continue to wear his old paths long after the human presence has driven every antelope into invisible fastnesses. At intervals along the Republica
On the plus side, clearly I've been a fan of
stinkygoat long enough that I now get spam with antelope and buffalo in. Result!