Vogon poetry is, of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of 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 hommerhageing and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council barely survived by knawing his leg off. The poet also wrote "My favorite bathtime gurgles". The very worst poetry perished along with it's creator Nancy Milestone Jennings in the destruction of planet Earth. On no account let a vogon read poetry to you. But i will do it to you!! If you double cross me.