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Monday, July 20, 2020

My Worst Poem Ever in memory of William McGonagall, known as the Worst Poet in History!

https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/features/the-story-of-william-mcgonagall-the-worst-poet-in-the-history-of-the-english-language-829993.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tay_Bridge_Disaster
known as the worst poem ever written! Well, mine is pretty bad!


Why is William McGonagall the worst poet?
McGonagall has been lampooned as the worst poet in history. The chief criticisms are that he was deaf to poetic metaphor and unable to scan correctly. His only apparent understanding of poetry was his belief that it needed to rhyme.





The Great Poets – William McGonagall – Delphi Classics

Please read some of his poetic MONSTROSITIES before you
read my poem below so you will understand what I was going for.
His work is very bad. Very funny and at the same time you feel so
sorry for the man and his sincerity that you want to give him a hug.
Bless his heart.....💝

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CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN



Forsooth! I said and sadly smiled
The day had ended on our lovely while
The sun was settng, the night had come
And you ran to your ship and I, to my home.

All night in my bed I clutched the lock
Of your curly red hair and that pair of your socks
Remembering the light in your eyes when you yawned
And the fair way you shivered
In the midst of the dawn.

Oh, Captain, my Captain, the love of my life
How I long to be first mate of your ship (and your wife)
How long must I wait to hear you say the words?
And to feel your heart beating
Like a wild flock of birds?

Was it only last week that we met
 There in port?

And we shared that wee whiskey
That made us tipsy and snort?

When you sailed away
 And swore to return
How my poet's heart ached
Aand my tummy did burn.

Then you sailed back to my arms
For the space of a day
Now your ship calls you to her
And my life is not gay.



THE END

(Lord, I hope so)
©by Voo
though I hate to claim it
Some time in the past
Probably tipsy on
Boone's Farm  Strawberry wine
But we won't discuss that.....