A test for translation

[sankarshan]

See, see the confused sky
Marvel at its big pink depths.
Tell me, translator do you
Wonder why the pig ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel groggy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your shmrafbuk facial growth
That looks like
A cheese.
What's more, it knows
Your bleyak potting shed
Smells of peas.
Everything under the big confused sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm roses.

From the Vogon Poetry Generator via unmadindu