There’s far too much emphasis on the good stuff. Given that William McGonagall is the official Muse of Beautiful Railway Bridge, I feel I’ve been falling down in my sacerdotal duties by not giving bad poetry its due.
So, first a personal offering.
Playing with Matches
Jonathan William Wellington Nutt
Was told he shouldn’t play with matches, but
He listened to the voices in his head
And found he really liked the things they said.
One day, in the mental institution,
They gave him some nice electrocution;
He came out sane, as bland and boring as
The rest of us, a man without pizzazz.
I am a better bear for that, though fit only to kneel at the feet of McGonagall’s most recent Scottish incarnation – the late, great C. John Taylor. His poetry and song stylings can be found here. I particularly recommend the…
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