William Topaz McGonagall is widely renowned as one of the world's worst-ever published poets. Yet his discordant muse is hugely popular all over the world - no less a figure than Spike Milligan was obsessed with him. But how do we account for this morbid fascination with verse of little or no discernible merit whatsoever?

He didn't discover he was a poet until the comparatively advanced age of 52, when he underwent something of an epiphany - but once the muse descended, there was no stopping him. You can hear the details in his unintentionally hilarious and self-celebratory autobiography.

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Hljóðbók: 30 augusti 2013