A dirge in PRAISE of MGonagall's Forth Bridge

A poetaster I will always be Renowned throughout eternity For wonky metres and dodgy rhymes Amongst my other versifying crimes Like dull images and dreary words Not to the liking of animals and birds Whom Orpheus charmed with lyrics rare While my efforts they just cannot bear McGonagall is the master to whom I bow down The man who merits the peerless crown Of poetry so ludicrously solemn That it earns derision in any newspaper column His Forth Bridge production garners distinction For drawing down mockery on its versification. I must thank the website to which I belong In allowing me to keep singing my song That honour I bestow upon Poetry Soup With its generosity towards my glutinous gloop