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?

The Refugee Who Led a Software Revolution - with Ben Walter
27:44

The Mad Mystic and the Last Battle on English Soil - with Ian Breckon
43:41

The Sightseeing Flight and the Invisible Mountain
39:36