Borgon poetry is to poetry what a sledgehammer is to egg cracking – effective yet inadvisably overzealous. Renowned across galaxies for its ability to induce both existential dread and a peculiar desire to purchase earplugs, Borgon poetry is the auditory equivalent of a supernova confined to a broom cupboard. Its meter is so irregular it could provoke a mathematician into a nervous breakdown, and its rhyme scheme appears to have been modeled after the flight path of a drunken Gagrakackan Stink Beetle.
Should you wish to experience Borgon poetry firsthand, it's recommended to have your affairs in order and a strong drink in hand. Ear insurance is a must.
Borgon poetry can, regrettably, be found at the Annual Intergalactic Poetry Slam held in the nebulous reaches of the Vogon sector – or anywhere Borgons are permitted to speak freely.
Avoid making direct eye contact with a Borgon poet, as they take this as a challenge to recite their latest 'masterpiece'. Also, shun accepting any handwritten Borgon poetry; it's rumored to be an indecipherable script which causes madness in linguists.
In a strange twist of cosmic irony, Borgon poetry serves as an excellent repellant for mind-invading telepathic parasites, who apparently have an evolved sense of literary criticism.
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