> Anyway today's exercise was to imagine
> oneself as a Victorian poet and write a rhyming poem to commemorate the
> Tay
> bridge disaster (girders collapse, train goes down in a howling storm)
> that
> was the subject of a truly dreadful poem by William (William?) McGonagall.
I wrote this a few years ago, anent the Great Tay Bridge Disaster:
MCGONAGALL'S PRIVATE THOUGHTS
Oh beautiful bridge over the silvery Tay,
Bless me that I wasn't on the train that day:
Truly a fearsome sight to see, but worse to be
Stuck in a carriage on the middle span anyway.
Thank you Lord, that I am here to write this poem today,
Not sunk deep in the waters of the River Tay, a very cold
place to be.
R.
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