As some of you my remember, we've had the odd poetry submission here at Tonto Towers. One of which got a bit 'difficult' when we said we didn't publish poetry. But, all is not lost, as 'the worst poet in the world' can even make a fortune from their work.
OK, so William McGonagall died penniless in 1902, but it seems he now has a bit of a following. His work going under the hammer is apparently in the same league as first editions of Harry Potter. Not that I've read any.
Finally recognised for his work when he was panned by the critics and had food thrown at him at public readings... a happy ending, then.
Read all about it here.
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