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The title makes absolutely no sense, does it?

That about sums up the Smart One's educational studies right now. Poor boy like things to be detailed and make sense to him. They need to be clear and precise. Real.

Oh, and did I mention it needs to make sense?

And enter Vogon Poetry…for English.

Which he already doesn't care much for. Because he'd rather be doing math or science.

Because they make sense to him.

Vogon Poetry?

An example, if you please:

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,

Thy micturations are to me

As plurdled gabbleblotchits

On a lurgid bee

See, now the Smart One and I love to jingle. We can jingle for hours and have a blast doing it! One of us will start and we'll go on and on and on…while everyone else rolls their eyes at us and begs us to stop. But tonight, we had to try and come up with Vogon Poetry for his class assignment.A whole page of non-sense.

We managed to make our way through, but I'll have to admit, it wasn't pretty. I hope we didn't make any sense at all.

Because in order for him to get an "A" it has to be non-rhyming-made-up-pointless-garble.

Some days, I like it better when he was home edumacated.