WErik Satie said "The musician is perhaps the most modest of animals, but he is also the proudest. It is he who invented the sublime art of ruining poetry". Erik is perhaps wrong. Many poets have shown they had that art in spades, including Georgina Bailey Parrington:
AN ELEGY TO A DISSECTED PUPPY
Sweet Dog! now cold and stiff in death,
What cruel hand enticed thee here?
Did toothsome crust of juicy bone
Allure to stretch on thy bier?
... ruthless hands of alien race
Are opening up thy quiet breast,
With prying eyes they peer within,
Explore the contents of thy chest.
I will admit that I have greater access to atrocious verse since the not-wife gave me a copy of Very Bad Poetry by Katherine and Ross Petras. It is a must-have book!