Found this website on McGonnagall, deemed the worst poet ever in the English language. Here's a wee sample:
ANCIENT Castle of the Mains,
With your romantic scenery And surrounding plains,
Which seem most beautiful to the eye,
And the little rivulet running by,
Which the weary traveller can drink of when he feels dry.
And the heaven's breath smells sweetly there,
And scented perfumes fill the air,
Emanating from the green trees and beautiful wild flowers growing there.
This Dundee man followed his muse for 25 years. Sort of uplifting for a writer like me. Despite all his critics (and there were many), he wrote on, and on, and on...