"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. 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, leaped
straight up through his neck and throttled his brain."
-- Douglas Adams, "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"