The term "Vogon Poetry" comes from The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams. Now, when someone says they're going to write some Vogon poetry it means they're going to be intentionally bad and even PG crude (armpits and boogers etc.) "Ode To The Runny Putrid Green Mass I Found In My 8th Armpit One Humid Summer's Morn" is said to be a particularly apt example of the genre, but no one has gone past the second line and survived.
And yes, readers of the HG also know that the Vogons, an alien race, never realized how bad their poetry was. Which of course brings up the issue of whether someone can write an intentionally Vogon poem.
So is anyone else up for some Vogon poetry? Let's just get it out of our system, shall we?
I didst waken with the bright sun
and breathed in some air one rainy morning
to find that the fog of love didst
pull a curtain over the yellow field of my heart
For the other side of my bed was naked
where she, a woman, had made quite a
deep and lasting and final impression
an indentiture in the naked bedsprings
in the fog of my rainy heart
that sunny morning last night
when she, a woman, a most beautiful
profuse woman didst slather her way somewhere
into the bright yellow field of my heart
but I didst woke up today to find
she didst slather her way back out
and cry cry cry didst I
when I found the naked indentiture
where the slathering woman once didst lie