Meet Bill McGonagall: the worst fucking poet in the history of the world. And now... playwright! A man of achievements as dubious as they are variegated.
Described for the past two centuries as a poet "so giftedly bad he backed unwittingly into genius," William McGonagall's infamous name is no stranger to poetry lovers. In fact, many of his poems induce syphilitic seizures. But his gift to the world of drama have gone unspoken, largely because his play Jack o' the Cudgel, or The Hero of a Hundred Fights has been lost for so long.
But no longer! The play apparently features a meaty role for the playwright himself... a man's man, a hero! It's been described by Dr. Gerard Carruthers of Glasgow University as "all action and no thought" and "a string of the most predictable cliches."
Unfortunately, the link doesn't go into the content of the poem much. But if McGonagall's part in MacBeth is any indication...
...I'm willing to bet Jack O' The Cudgel doesn't die! And gets himself a bosomy wench besides.
McGonagall: A play what he wrote [The Scotsman] (Thanks, Bruce!)

