William Topaz McGonagall was a singularly poor 19th Century poet.
I like to think that contemporary aficionados of grimly amateurish and wrong-headed verse have found our champion in Lee Barnes LLB (Hons).
A Few Lines on the Tragic Last Days of the British National Party
by Lee Topaz McBarnsigall
T'was in the benighted year of 2010,
that the BNP did fall apart (again),
and the pair of villains who oversaw its demise,
were Dowson (James) and Nick with one-eye.
For they did steadily drain the party of money,
while claiming that all was milk and was honey,
and they took on court cases right, centre and left,
'til funds were depleted and members bereft.
And then there arose a man name of Butler,
to challenge the power of this pair of hustlers,
but all who then backed him were purged from the party,
'til few members left. Things were not hale and hearty.
And in the last days, as bankruptcy loomed,
No-one could deny that the Party was doomed.
So Nick sent final emails of great passion and weight
to his last few members. They all ended “Donate”.