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Sadly, no McGonagall (great site with all poems and even a Gem of the Day) but here's a little snippet from The Terrific Cyclone of 1893 to remind you of the Master's work:
The people's hearts in Dundee were full of dread
For fear of chimney-cans falling on their heads,
And the roofs of several houses were hurled to the ground,
And the tenants were affrighted, and their sorrow was profound,
And scores of wooden sheds were levelled to the ground,
And chimney stalks fell with a crashing rebound :
The gale swept everything before it in its way;
No less than 250 trees and 37 tombstones were blown down at Balgay.
The malevolent chimney-cans! the 37 tombstones! Truly, he is the Great One.
Extract from The Death of Lord and Lady Dalhousie. Best heard recited in a broad Scottish accent, I should think.
Those that sent wreaths were but very few,
But one in particular was the Duke of Buccleuch;
Besides Dr. Herbert Spencer, and Countess Rosebery, and Lady Bennett,
Which no doubt were sent by them with heartfelt regret.
Besides those that sent wreaths in addition were the Earl and Countess of Aberdeen,
Especially the Prince of Wales' was most lovely to be seen,
And the Earl of Dalkeith's wreath was very pretty too,
With a mixture of green and white flowers, beautiful to view.
See? true comedy genius. It is hard, believe me, to do those clunky, bodged, rhymes, those moments of mindbogglingly incongruous OTT detail, those heartfelt, slushysentiments in verse, on purpose, let alone by accident.