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"The Tay Bridge Disaster" is a poem written in 1880 by the Scottish poet William McGonagall, who has been acclaimed as the worst poet in history. [1] The poem recounts the events of the evening of 28 December 1879, when, during a severe gale , the Tay Rail Bridge at Dundee collapsed as a train was passing over it with the loss of all on board.
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"The Centipede's Dilemma" is a short poem that has lent its name to a psychological effect called the centipede effect or centipede syndrome.The centipede effect occurs when a normally automatic or unconscious activity is disrupted by consciousness of it or reflection on it.
William McGonagall's parents, Charles and Margaret, were Irish. His Irish surname is a variation on Mag Congail, a popular name in County Donegal. [3] [4] Throughout his adult life he claimed to have been born in Edinburgh, giving his year of birth variously as 1825 [1] or 1830, [5] but his entry in the 1841 Census gives his place of birth, like his parents', as "Ireland". [6]
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[4] [2] The poem was originally intended to be sung to the tune of the song "Peggy Bawn". It is written as if it were being delivered by a wiser old man to a "young stranger" standing in the winter on "the banks of Aire". [2] It includes the stanza: Many and sharp the num'rous ills Inwoven with our frame! More pointed still we make ourselves