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poetry in Hitchhiker's Guide:

"Vogon poetry is of course the third worst in the galaxy. 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 hemorraging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos is reported to have been 'disappointed' by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his twelve-book epic entitled My Favorite Bathtime Gurgles when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save life and civilization, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain.

"The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge, Estex, England, in the destruction of planet Earth."

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, page 64

I guess having to listen to bad poetry is a rite of passage, kind of like having to watch boring slideshows of your Great Aunt Matilda's best friend's mother's summer vacation in Tijuana, Mexico.