In honor of the occasion, here's Today's Forgotten English:
A petty or insignificant poet.--Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1909
Death of William Topaz McGonagall (1830-1902), who was perhaps Britain's worst poet. Born in Edinburgh, he grew up and lived as an adult in Dundee. Like his father, McGonagall earned his living as a weaver but by middle age became convinced he could be a great poet if given the chance. His conviction made him the target of pranksters who would hire him to read his poems as entertainment in small halls, where audiences would ridicule him. His drinks would be spiked with alcohol, further increasing his listeners' levity. But he was a resolute optimist whose love for Dundee could be felt in his sweet but homely poems:
There's none other town I know of with you can compare
For spinning mills and lasses fair.
And for stately buildings there's none can excel
The Albert Institute or the Queen's Hotel.
In 2002 Dundee observed the centenary of his death with a festival honoring its most famous nobody, as he is sometimes called. More about McGonagall can be found at http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk.
Well, he's hardly a vogon...