If you were a microbe of the ilk that aided the digestion of a whale's mother's milk,
Then I'd call you Jonah except if you latched onto any bees,
And tried to escape on one as it flew from under the baby whale's teeth.
And If milk got on the bees, and you made the bees' wings cheesy until they couldn't flap, then
I'll bet bees wouldn't make honey, and people would get stung as they sucked cheese off the bees' bodies.

-wgoconnel (from a Slate.com bad poetry contest)

This would make even the Vogons proud...

AMAZING POEM!!! NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!

I only wish I could claim those words for my own, but alas, I am not blessed with such a gift.

That's probably a good thing though. I'll stick to writing technical documents.