I have a weakness for bad poets -- feel that cannot but mention here "the Bard of Bournemouth", Cumberland Clark (1862 -- 1941), long-time resident of Bournemouth after an adventurous and roving youth; and regarded by many, as the second-worst poet in the English language (many competitors, I'd think, for that doubtful honour): the acknowledged worst being, of course, William McGonagall of Dundee. Clark (also a would-be Shakespeare scholar) had as a frequent theme, lauding excellent things about Bournemouth. From samples of his output, he strikes me as in fact, noticeably a cut above McGonagall -- unlike the Scottish gent, he actually understood about metre; and he appears to me to show signs of a sense of humour, and even occasional self-mockery: things of which no-one could accuse old William.