TS gives this a thumbs up, and Hollylane is right. This needs to be shared here as well. As usual, Fry and Laurie nail "bad poetry":
“Mr. Drip tells me that it’s one of the most mature and exciting poems he’s received in some time. Don’t suck your thumb boy.”
“’Inked ravens of despair crawl holes in the ass of the world’s mind.’ What kind of title for a poem is that?"
“Scrotal threats unhorse a question of flowers.”
“I asked for answers and got a head of heroine instead.”
“When time fell wanking to the floor…”
“My body disgusts, damp grease wafts sweat balls from sweat balls and thigh fungus.”
“Unhappy bubbles of anal wind popping and winking in the mortal bath”
“If this is poetry, then every lavatory wall in England is an anthology.”