No greater word will you ever find for your poem, something something something Home Alone.
Lost in New York.
|Jet Bin Fever |
This makes me feel better about all the shitty poems I wrote in college.
If they just named it the Silver Bridge or Purple Bridge, this would have never happened.
The poem I mean because so much rhymes with Tay.
I read about this poem, this Bridge of Tay,
But never actually heard it, no, not till today.
Now that I have, I'm at a loss for what to say.
Except damn, this poem is fucking gay.
It's still better than the phat rap of that Fox News reporter.
Recited by Zardoz.
Dick butt ass
A fucking ass
Torn to shit
A raging inferno of shit
There, now I own the worst poem ever.
"Author Norman Watson speculates in his biography of McGonagall that the poetaster may have been on the "autism-Asperger's spectrum". Christopher Hart, writing in the Sunday Times, says that this seems "likely"."
Every day is Autism Awareness Month here.
Despite his unfortunate title of the world's worst poet, a set of McGonagall’s work went for more at an auction than a collection of Harry Potter books signed by author JK Rowling. McGonagall’s poems were so bad that when he read them in public, people threw eggs, rotten fruit, and vegetables at him. Once he walked 100 kilometres to ask Queen Victoria if he could be her personal poet. The Queen was not at home.
Poetry experts have criticized McGonagall for his boring topics, poor vocabulary, his terrible rhymes and his inability to keep his poetry in a proper rhythm. In a 200-page guide to the world's worst poets, 13 pages are just about him. Curiously, he does have a fan club and his work is translated into Russian, Japanese and Romanian. McGonagall had a lot of self-confidence and was proud of his poems. In his autobiography, he explained he had a vision in which a voice inside his head encouraged him to "Write, Write, Write!" In his book, he wrote that he knew of no greater poet than himself.
This type of delusion is just about necessary for someone to become so-bad-they're-brilliant.
It's like 19th century Katy Perry lyrics.
|Innocent Bystander |
So there was an angry storm and some dark clouds but you could still see it all by moonlight?
That sounds like text from a fanfic.
What's great about this is the reader's condescending voice makes the terrible poetry sound unfairly maligned. I had to find another source online to actually see how bad it was without this guy trying to be personally worse.
|That guy |
The Bridge of Tay Zonday
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