Poetry in Motion

It was like in a movie when the lead character says, "things couldn't possibly get any worse" and then it starts raining. That is the perfect way to explain the next few events. Not only was my home PLANET a pile of ash, but I was still alive on the Vogon spacecraft that destroyed it. Just when i thought it  couldn't get any worse, we were found. The Vogons tortured us to seemingly no end. This poetry, however was not of the ordinary variety. No one broke our bones or pulled out our finger nails. They read us Vogon poetry, which just so happens to be the third worst poetry in the universe. They say it was the third worst but to me, it will always be the pits. After that nightmare I almost welcomed death. The Vogons saw no use for Ford and I so we were then catapulted into space. Just when all seemed lost, we were picked out of space by a friendly ship.