National Poetry Month MY ASS. We have had the International Poetry Day and other cool shit like that already. National Poetry Month. Lick Me

The Most Awful Poetry in the Galaxy
Vogon poetry is of course the third worst in the Universe.
The second worst is that of the Azagoths 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 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 Favourite 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, Essex, England in the destruction of the planet Earth.
This is the actual poem mentioned in HHG. This is taken from the TV series, the poem is on the screen during the segment where the book talks about vogon poetry. You can verify this with any standard VCR with a good pause.
The dead swans lay in the stagnent pool.They lay. They rotted. They turnedAround occassionally.Bits of flesh dropped off them fromTime to time.And sank into the pool's mire.They also smelt a great deal.