William McGonagall
William Topaz McGonagall (1825-1902) is widely regarded as Scotland's (and possibly the world's) worst poet, but some have suggested that he might rather have been a satirist of genius. A self-educated hand loom weaver from Dundee (although he was born in Edinburgh) he discovered in 1871 an ability to write poetry of striking banality, in a manner that systematically confounded conventional notions of metre. This led to considerable fame in his lifetime, throughout which McGonagall apparently retained the honest belief that his talent was comparable only to that of William Shakespeare. Many since have written in the style that McGonagall made famous, but few have come close to replicating the sense of honest, naive incompetence that characterised almost every line of more than 200 published poems. Recently, a previously unpublished play written by McGonagall was discovered. The play, "Jack o' the Cudgel" is, according to one literary critic, "dreadful....as bad as anything else McGonagall wrote". [1]
His most famous poem is possibly "The Tay Bridge Disaster", which concludes:
- "Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay,
- I must now conclude my lay
- By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,
- That your central girders would not have given way,
- At least many sensible men do say,
- Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
- At least many sensible men confesses,
- For the stronger we our houses do build,
- The less chance we have of being killed."
This building of the ill-fated bridge had earlier been celebrated by "The Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay":
- "Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay !
- And prosperity to Messrs Bouche and Grothe,
- The famous engineers of the present day,
- Who have succeeded in erecting the Railway
- Bridge of the Silvery Tay,"
and when a new bridge was built, this was a further occasion for MacGonagall to celebrate, in "An Address to the New Tay Bridge":
- "BEAUTIFUL new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay,
- With your strong brick piers and buttresses in so grand array,
- And your thirteen central girders, which seem to my eye
- Strong enough all windy storms to defy."