Do not go gentle into that good night
Eliot, T. S.
Field, Eugene
Great, green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts.
Homer
I Sing the Body Electric
Jabberwocky
Kipling, Rudyard
Let us now praise famous men …
Mind, never
Ogden Nash
Poe, Edgar Allen
Quoth the Raven, “[del]Eat my shorts.[/del] Nevermore.”
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
Stevens, Wallace
Tennyson, Alfred Lord or
There once was a man from Nantucket
Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands
Vogon Poetry
“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 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 survived only by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been “disappointed” by the poem’s reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled “My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles” when his own large intestine - in a desperate attempt to save life itself - 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 Sussex, in the destruction of the planet Earth.”
Wilcox, Emma Wheeler
The runner up to the Vogons.