Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the known universe.
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 hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council only manage to survive by gnawing one of his own legs off....