The worst poem ever
By Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz aka Vikram Bykvist

Death by Poetry

By Vikram Bykvist

Oh, anantine babbel fish,

What a nice sight to see,

A small—ish flea,

All the misconceptions in life,

Are Mr. Grieff’s strife,

If you give me a penny,

You will smell like aunt Jenny.

Glue is good with gravy,

Maybe.

A monkey is staring at a funky prime minister.

Space is so vast,

It will not last,

Someone will gobble you up,

Sooner or later,

If you work as a waiter.

Death by poetry,

That sounds nice,

I am now sitting on the ice,

I do not have lice.

This poem is good,

If you do not like it,

I will read you another one,

LUCKY YOU.