This is a book with few words. This is a good thing. A good, awful, wonderful thing. It is a spectacle whose exhibits span the ages. There have been times when I could have appeared in the book, but I would have been a pale shadow compared to most of the gloriously bad hair.
It does not get any funnier, or better, than this, if bad is what you are looking for. On that note, I need to get a review of Very Bad Poetry on here soon.