William McGonagall's poems are something else. The jarring meter, the banal imagery, the awkward rhymes: they made him a laughing stock in 19th Century Scotland and are still derided to this day. How does someone get that bad at poetry? Or have we been misunderstanding McGonagall all along?

Talent, Time and Money: The Curse of General Magic
38:36

Evel Knievel Faces the Abyss
40:21

Dumm und Dümmer: Hitler Invades Florida
39:18