A small and humorous tribute to the “worst poet in the English language”, William McGonagall, penned by my father as a thank you note on receiving a book of the poet’s collected works for his birthday.
On receiving a book for my birthday

A small and humorous tribute to the “worst poet in the English language”, William McGonagall, penned by my father as a thank you note on receiving a book of the poet’s collected works for his birthday.
This poem sounds suicidal but was more influenced by science fiction such as the Lensman series, where the human mind breaks free of bodily constraint. It’s not great but I was young at the time…
When is poetry not poetry? When it has no rhythm or rhyme. We here at Simplicated are acknowledged Old Farts – and Grumpy Old Farts at that. And one of the things we grump at is poetry – or what seems to pass for poetry these days.