The BBC had ginned up a Vogon poetry generator. Herewith, a sample:
See, see the indomidable sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me, Martin do you
Wonder why the molerat ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel sonammbulent.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your thundariferacious facial growth
That looks like
A cheese.
What’s more, it knows
Your tautological potting shed
Smells of snot.
Everything under the big indomidable sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm fishheads.
*I expect about two people to understand why the joke about poems about dead swans is funny.