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
creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge
by some Surkov who unfortunately, survived along with Rashka
the destruction of the planet Earth
mild by comparison.