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June 09, 2006
The Worst Poem in the Universe
"In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopaedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.
First, it is slightly cheaper; and second, it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover."
~The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy~
I've been reading the complete Hitchhiker's Guide trilogy. Douglas Adams eventually wrote 5 books (He jokingly wrote "the fifth book in the increasingly inaccurately named Hitchhiker's Trilogy" under the last book's title, "Mostly Harmless"), all about random events, quirky plots, a paranoid android, an Englishman, and whatnot. My next entry will most unlikely be an infutile attempt to emulate Mr. Adam's zesty humour. In the meantime of constructing the storyline, here I present, the worst poetry in the universe. Proceed with caution!
The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay. They rotted. They turned
Around occassionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal.
by Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings
of Wasp Villas, Greenbridge, Essex, England
Posted by peixin at June 9, 2006 12:24 PM