{"id":2691,"date":"2016-04-21T16:13:11","date_gmt":"2016-04-21T16:13:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=2691"},"modified":"2016-06-22T20:45:02","modified_gmt":"2016-06-22T20:45:02","slug":"the-great-mcgonagall","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-great-mcgonagall\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Mcgonagall"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>William &#8220;Topaz&#8221; Mc Gonnagle was poet from Dundee, who discovered he could<br \/>\nmake a rhyme at the grand old age of 52 or so. *<\/p>\n<p>He considered himself second to Shakespeare in Britian, and it will be of no<br \/>\nsurprise that he was of Irish stock to have a neck to make a claim such as<br \/>\nthat considering the quality of the verse he wrote.<\/p>\n<p>Today he is lauded as probably the worst poet in history, and some say he<br \/>\nwas a fool, more say he was a satirist. His style is like the peasant songs,<br \/>\nexcept not set to music, and presented as pure poetry.<\/p>\n<p>His style of delivery left a lot to be desired, and he was mocked frequently<br \/>\nwhen doing readings in his native city and beyond.<\/p>\n<p>Whether satirist, fool or genuine and misguided, this poetic<br \/>\nanti-hero can be found in all writers, and this poem is written<br \/>\nin his style to recount his tale!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<figure id=\"attachment_2695\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2695\" style=\"width: 550px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/tumblr_mrul4v6RG31sd3ep4o1_500.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-2695\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-2695\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/tumblr_mrul4v6RG31sd3ep4o1_500.jpg\" alt=\"The Bard of Dundee!\" width=\"550\" height=\"362\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-2695\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Bard of Dundee!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>*Of awful verse he was the master, **<br \/>\nWriting of the Tay Bridge disaster,<br \/>\nStating Shakespeare the best wordsmith be,<br \/>\nIn Britain to date, and second he,<br \/>\nNo disrespect to Burns the Bard<br \/>\nNo desire for a great name to be tarred,<br \/>\nHe was second best Scottish son,<br \/>\nNorth of the border, Mc Gonagall was number one!<br \/>\nOn receiving inspiration divine<br \/>\nPen he seized to write a line<br \/>\nContinued to write, such verse he penned:<br \/>\nWas to cause mirth until his end!<br \/>\nHis first verse was to the Rev. Gilfillan, an address<br \/>\nWhich was judged by same to be a poetic mess<br \/>\nWryly the poets efforts the minister did dismiss<br \/>\nStating &#8220;Shakespeare wrote nothing like this!&#8221;<br \/>\nHis verse on theatre and street he read,<br \/>\nWith laughter and derision he was met instead,<br \/>\nOf the respect he expected, while reading pompous<br \/>\nClad in Kilt he caused quite a rumpus!<br \/>\nHe tried once to America to go<br \/>\nBut on its shores no-one did know<br \/>\nFound himself cut loose, culturally cast away<br \/>\nHis homeward fare a kind stranger did pay<br \/>\nOnce fifty miles or more he walked<br \/>\nTo read verse to the queen: but when he talked<br \/>\nTo the guardsmen at the gate<br \/>\nHe was turned away in indignant state<br \/>\nTo be poet laureate he said he wished to seek,<br \/>\nTo be told that to try he had a cheek,<br \/>\nAnd he&#8217;d better move while still was free,<br \/>\nTo go as he pleased all the way home to Dundee.<br \/>\nAnd them his finest hour came,<br \/>\nOr maybe his greatest composition of shame!<br \/>\nWhen the Tay Bridge collapsed in a gale<br \/>\nWhile upon it crossed a train by rail\u2026<br \/>\nAnd to write upon it he was possessed<br \/>\nTo read his words few were impressed<br \/>\nAnd his ode to the tragedy of the bridge of the Tay<br \/>\nCauses smiles to all to this very day.<br \/>\nWas he a fool\u2026 or just a bad poet<br \/>\nIf he was a fool he seemed not to know it<br \/>\nSome say he was clever acted if on a stage,<br \/>\nCommanded an audience as he read each page.<br \/>\nThough they laughed at him things threw,<br \/>\nThat he brightened their day that much he knew<br \/>\nAnd how many writers who so serious could be<br \/>\nWill be long forgotten when remembered is he?<br \/>\nHow many poets refuse to use rhyme<br \/>\nMc Gonagall insisted to use it all the time<br \/>\nUnfortunately the pattern often fell out of place,<br \/>\nFor the Romantics cast him from grace,<br \/>\nHe was but a common man, at least he did try,<br \/>\nTo be like him, none want to be including I,<br \/>\nBut still to convention he was never a slave,<br \/>\nAnd to his emotions was never the knave<br \/>\nAs I this verse write in his appalling style<br \/>\nI admire his bravery, smiling all the while,<br \/>\nThough great are his foes and his friends are few,<br \/>\nTo his art in his heart he tried to be true,<br \/>\nThose who read his words may mock and may grin<br \/>\nBut to be a weaver and a poets no sin<br \/>\nAnd as I sit here more poetry to write,<br \/>\nMay I be pure as heart as he as I scribble tonight!*<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>William &#8220;Topaz&#8221; Mc Gonnagle was poet from Dundee, who discovered he could make a rhyme at the grand old age of 52 or so. * He considered himself second to Shakespeare in Britian, and it will be of no surprise that he was of Irish stock to have a neck &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[89,1,233,3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2691","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-funny-poems","category-uncategorized","category-writers","category-writing","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-Hp","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1159,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/nordic-poetry-readings-at-the-irish-writers-centre\/","url_meta":{"origin":2691,"position":0},"title":"Nordic Poetry Readings at the Irish Writers Centre","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"16th April 2011","format":false,"excerpt":"For once, went to an event where I shut up and just listened. 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