Sunday is Bad Poetry Day

Photo from the movie version of Hitchhiker's
Guide obtained from Wikipedia.

Bad Poetry Day instantly calls to mind the late, great Douglas Adams and The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Quoting now from the Hitchhiker Wiki now (there seems to be a wiki for everything these days, doesn't there?):

Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode To A Small Lump Of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning " four of his audience died of internal hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived only by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine--in a desperate attempt to save life itself--leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.

Third worst or not, on no account should you let a Vogon attempt to read poetry to you on Sunday. Write your own instead.

Sunday is also National Soft Ice Cream Day and the anniversary of the day, in 1868, when French astronomer Pierre Janssen discovered helium and immediately became a hit at all children's birthday parties in the neighborhood.

Martin Mull turns 70 on Sunday; Denis Leary turns 56.