The worst poet ever?
#1
I wondered if anyone would like to put forward some suggestions for the worst poet ever. (No cheating published poets please)

This is my offering.


William Topaz Mcgonagall
Although he does't attract the same fawning attention as Scotland's other poet 'Rabby' Burns. However in output terms alone, he has some claim to be Scotland's National Poet. Like Irn Bru compared to Malt Whisky as her national drink, which is which I leave you to decide, although he has been described perhaps fairly elsewhere.
"Mcgonagall has been acclaimed as the worst poet in British history. (according to the ever reliable wikipedia). The chief criticisms are that he is deaf to poetic metaphor and unable to scan correctly....With ..inappropriate rhythms, weak vocabulary, and ill-advised imagery"


He remains a firm favourite with much of his work still in publication. I enclose herewith, in appropriately festive spirit, his Christmas Carol


WELCOME, sweet Christmas, blest be the morn
That Christ our Saviour was born!
Earth’s Redeemer, to save us from all danger,
And, as the Holy Record tells, born in a manger.

Chorus –
Then ring, ring, Christmas bells,
Till your sweet music o’er the kingdom swells,
To warn the people to respect the morn
That Christ their Saviour was born.

The snow was on the ground when Christ was born,
And the Virgin Mary His mother felt very forlorn
As she lay in a horse’s stall at a roadside inn,
Till Christ our Saviour was born to free us from sin.

Oh! think of the Virgin Mary as she lay
In a lowly stable on a bed of hay,
And angels watching O’er her till Christ was born,
Therefore all the people should respect Christmas morn.

The way to respect Christmas time
Is not by drinking whisky or wine,
But to sing praises to God on Christmas morn,
The time that Jesus Christ His Son was born;

Whom He sent into the world to save sinners from hell
And by believing in Him in heaven we’ll dwell;
Then blest be the morn that Christ was born,
Who can save us from hell, death, and scorn.

Then he warned, and respect the Saviour dear,
And treat with less respect the New Year,
And respect always the blessed morn
That Christ our Saviour was born.

For each new morn to the Christian is dear,
As well as the morn of the New Year,
And he thanks God for the light of each new morn.
Especially the morn that Christ was born.

Therefore, good people, be warned in time,
And on Christmas morn don’t get drunk with wine
But praise God above on Christmas morn,
Who sent His Son to save us from hell and scorn.

There the heavenly babe He lay
In a stall among a lot of hay,
While the Angel Host by Bethlehem
Sang a beautiful and heavenly anthem.

Christmas time ought to be held most dear,
Much more so than the New Year,
Because that’s the time that Christ was born,
Therefore respect Christmas morn.

And let the rich be kind to the poor,
And think of the hardships they do endure,
Who are neither clothed nor fed,
And Many without a blanket to their bed.


My favorite lines

The snow was on the ground when Christ was born,
And the Virgin Mary His mother felt very forlorn

Surely this is a classic gem that cannot be beaten.




Now can anyone offer any better than this I wonder?
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#2
It is extremely difficult to beat Mcgonagall, and using him might actually be cheating, since he has gone down in the poetic annals as the worst, and most satirized, poet in recorded history; but I will have a look around and see what I come up with.(Although I've already posted a close contender in anther thread: the "Like" sestina by Stallings.)

The Red Cadillac
BY REGINALD O'HARE GIBSON
Willie “Slick” Williams reads William Carlos Williams, then writes a letter to the producers of the TV makeover show Pimp My Ride, explaining why his car should be featured on the program.

so much depends
upon

a red cadillac
slick

with turtle
wax

beside the white
chicks

Source: Poetry (July 2006).
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#3
That's easy: Benjamin Zephaniah.

De Rong Song

Your house is
Falling down
Around
Your
Feet,
And you got
Nought
To eat,
Don't worry
Be happy.
Your fish
Have drowned
You wear
A frown,
You search
But you don't
Own a pound,
Don't worry
Be happy.

You ain't got
Nowhere to
Play,
Just balconies
And
Motorways,
Don't worry
Be happy.

You meet
Someone
You really like,
They tell you to
Get on your bike,
Don't worry
Be happy.

You're on your bike
And all is fine,
You get caught
In a washing line,
Don't worry
Be happy.
You go to school
The school is
Gone,
The Government
Put pressure on,
Don't worry
Be happy.
Your tea is
Dry
Your ice is
Hot,
Your head is
Tied up in a
Not,
Don't worry
Be happy.
You worry
Because
You're hurrying,
And hurry
Because
You're worrying,
Don't happy
Be worried.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe
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#4
Jewel

"I Guess What I Wanted Was"

I guess what I
wanted was
to hear

you'd stay with me always.

I guess what I
wanted was
to see

those hands vowing
never to leave my own.

I guess what
I wanted was
to know

I am not loving in vain.
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#5
i'm struggling, is that one a song jack? if i can pick a song the world is my oyster.
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#6
I was all tense because I was sure billy was going to say 'Wildcard, obviously.' :p

Just kidding (I hope).

The worst poet I have ever read is actually 2Pac-- he didn't seem to realize that there were things that work well in Gangsta rap that just don't hold up under the scrutiny a poem goes through. Also, he misspelled many words purposely for some sort of Ebonic-code: My eyez R fillin wid tearz :rolleyes:
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#7
I have several that are equal on the "worst" plane... it would be disrespectful to pick just one. For sheer cliche value, I am just going to say "Phenomenal Woman" by Maya Angelou and be done with it. I can't even bring myself to google/copy/paste, it's too painful.
It could be worse
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#8
My heart is filled with love
It flies just like a dove
Up into the sky
I only want to fly.


*takes a bow* what do I win. That hurt me so badly to write it.
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#9
(12-29-2013, 01:23 AM)bena Wrote:  My heart is filled with love
It flies just like a dove
Up into the sky
I only want to fly.


*takes a bow* what do I win. That hurt me so badly to write it.

She said you have to use published poets. Cheater.
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#10
Well, I have been published, so I didn't cheat---give me my damn prize!
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#11
(12-29-2013, 01:43 PM)bena Wrote:  Well, I have been published, so I didn't cheat---give me my damn prize!
Maybe, but that poem?

I have been published too.

i luv bena yes i do
don't u also lub her 2?
her words r good
the sky iz blew

I win.
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#12
I read about this guy in one of the many Uncle John's bathroom readers my family keeps in the best seat in the house.
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#13
(12-24-2013, 08:47 AM)Heslopian Wrote:  That's easy: Benjamin Zephaniah.

De Rong Song

Your house is
Falling down
Around
Your
Feet,
And you got
Nought
To eat,
Don't worry
Be happy.
Your fish
Have drowned
You wear
A frown,
You search
But you don't
Own a pound,
Don't worry
Be happy.

You ain't got
Nowhere to
Play,
Just balconies
And
Motorways,
Don't worry
Be happy.

You meet
Someone
You really like,
They tell you to
Get on your bike,
Don't worry
Be happy.

You're on your bike
And all is fine,
You get caught
In a washing line,
Don't worry
Be happy.
You go to school
The school is
Gone,
The Government
Put pressure on,
Don't worry
Be happy.
Your tea is
Dry
Your ice is
Hot,
Your head is
Tied up in a
Not,
Don't worry
Be happy.
You worry
Because
You're hurrying,
And hurry
Because
You're worrying,
Don't happy
Be worried.

In fairness, the Youtube explains much:

http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=benjami...8&fr=moz35
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#14
James McIntyre's many cheese related works deserve a mention:

"Dairy Ode"

Our muse it doth
refuse to sing
Of cheese made early
in the spring.
When cows give milk
from spring fodder
You cannot make
a good cheddar.

The quality is often vile
Of cheese that is
made in April,
Therefore we
think for that reason
You should make cheese
later in the season.

Cheese making
you should delay
Until about the first of May.
Then the cows do feed
on grassy field
And rich milk they
abundant yield.

Utensils must be
clean and sweet
So cheese with first class
can compete,
And daily polish up
milk pans,
Take pains with vats
and with milk cans.

And it is important matter
To allow no stagnant water,
But water from
pure well or stream
The cow must drink
to give pure cream.

Though ’gainst spring cheese
some do mutter,
Yet spring milk also makes
bad butter,
Then there doth
arise the query
How to utilize it in the dairy.
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#15
Ok, well... Maybe not the 'worst'... But the first one that came to mind. Karl Marx.

Jenny! Teasingly you may inquire
Why my songs “To Jenny” I address,
When for you alone my pulse beats higher,
When my songs for you alone despair,
When you only can their heart inspire,
When your name each syllable must confess,
When you lend each note melodiousness,
When no breath would stray from the Goddess?
’tis because so sweet the dear name sounds,
And its cadence says so much to me,
And so full, so sonorous it resounds,
Like to vibrant Spirits in the distance,
Like the gold-stringed Cithern’s harmony,
Like some wondrous, magical existence.
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