Well, I know I don't, but I'd rather talk about perhaps one of the people in the world who most thoroughly Didn't Get Poetry: William Topaz McGonagall. Because if there's anyone who's ever lived who demonstrates how bad art can be Good Actually, it'd be him.
Seriously, I am talking about a man who came up with this and genuinely thought he was making a tragic and effective tribute to a then-recent disaster rather than, y'know, what I just linked. The fact that it was just one of the three poems he wrote about the Tay Bridge just makes it funnier.
And it's not like this was uniquely bad for McGonagall. Here's what he wrote about an incident involving a particularly large whale that showed up in the Tay one year. And he didn't let the universal mockery his work got stop him from writing his dreadful poems, either. Truly he was the Ed Wood of his day.
In a just world this guy would've spent his later years living it up on a nice estate somewhere instead of dying with nothing on the second floor of some dive in Edinburgh