The world’s worst poet is Guistaffe Archburger, of Brussels in Belgium. He was awarded the title by a panel of judges in 1953, in recognition of his work The Belly-Dancer’s Colanders. This epic, 732-page work recounts a journey from his studio to the local street market to buy a sack of cat litter. Accepting the award, Archburger declared, “Some would be ashamed of collecting this award. I am far too pretentious to care. I would like to thank the panel, as I had not even realised that every line in the poem ended with the word ‘fortnight’ until they pointed it out.”
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