I enjoyed the parody "Mad Magazine" did of "The Face" back in the '50s or early '60s. I also enjoy "It takes a heap o' heapin' to make a heap o' heap" (on the "Gate of Horn" recording by Gibson & Camp).

Lots of poets -- perhaps all at one time or another -- are corny. But there is still Truth therein, no matter how badly expressed, and if someone is touched by Julia A. Moore's "Croquet by Moonlight" or William Topaz McGonagall's "Crucifixion of Christ," who am I to judge?