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Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe.
The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by
their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small
Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of
his audience died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the
Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own
legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the
poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book
epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major
intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up
through his neck and throttled his brain.
The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil
Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth.
Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.