I quite like William McGonagall, a poet who ranked with the Vogons for true awfulness:
But something is bugging me, and I’m sure you can help.
I distinctly remember something in one of his poems like this (describing a heavy fall of snow):
“From inches three
To inches three foot four"
Can you help?
Do you know where this comes from?
All posts will be treated sympathetically.
And to reward anyone who opened this thread…
From ‘The Guardian’ newspaper, today:
Any divorced woman turning up with a copy of her decree nisi to a play in London will get in free.
The play is called…
The quoted line was used in an episode of The Goon Show, a British radio comedy of the 1950’s with Spike Milligan, Harry Secombe and Peter Sellers.
Milligan was quite a McGonagall devotee, in the sense of using him as a muse for his anarchic humour.
The episode in question was a send-up of McGonagall’s poem of the collapse of the bridge over the river Tay, and the ensuing train disaster. I’m sure a BBC website will have Goon Show transcripts - they are still marketing recordings of the shows.
Incidentally, I sense a bit of a ‘pun’ with your name, but the joke ‘escapes’ me :rolleyes:
Sternvogel,
A fine effort!
Here is your ‘silver medal’ prize:
BalmainBoy,
An honourable third - well done!
Here is your third place prize:
And so we come to the end of another thread. Who would have thought that our journey would have combined the World’s Worst Poet with the World’s Funniest Radio Show.
(glee turns to leave podium and slips on banana skin. Laughter.)
