Yesterday evening when I made my bed (yes I'm that slovenly), I found a piece of Bluetack. I've got no idea where it came from, but I felt I ought to follow the example of Grunthos the Flatulent by writing a poem about it.
Here is Grunthos' piece, Ode To A Small Lump Of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning, as reproduced in the Hitchhiker Wiki:
Putty. Putty. Putty.
Green Putty - Grutty Peen.
Grarmpitutty - Morning!
Pridsummer - Grorning Utty!
Discovery..... Oh.
Putty?..... Armpit?
Armpit..... Putty.
Not even a particularly
Nice shade of green.
As I lick my armpit and shall agree,
That this putty is very well green.
Ode to a Small Lump of Bluetack I Found in my Bed One Summer Evening
Bluetack. Bluetack. Bluetack.
Blue Tack - Black Tuesday.
Bledtack - Evening?
Tulasummer - Blevening Ack!
Discovery... WTF
Bluetack?... Bed?
Bed... Tack.
Not even a particularly
Clean piece of Bluetack.
I stick it on the large lump of Whitetack on my shelf, and shall agree,
That this Bluetack is nonetheless still sticky.
Bluetack. Bluetack. Bluetack.
Blue Tack - Black Tuesday.
Bledtack - Evening?
Tulasummer - Blevening Ack!
Discovery... WTF
Bluetack?... Bed?
Bed... Tack.
Not even a particularly
Clean piece of Bluetack.
I stick it on the large lump of Whitetack on my shelf, and shall agree,
That this Bluetack is nonetheless still sticky.