This must be one of the worst poems I've ever read:

Profile of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings (Pumpkin)

"E-mail: violetsare-blue@roses-are-red.co.uk
Occupation: Poet

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."

I hope someone is taking the piss.

[Ed: Not being a 42 fan, I didn't recognise that this was from HHGG.]