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 the 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
hemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council
survived by gnawing one of his own legs off....
