Julia A. Moore was the Florence Foster Jenkins of poetry. She once told a jeering crowd, "You have come here and paid twenty-five cents to see a fool; I receive seventy-five dollars, and see a whole houseful of fools."

When people ridicule my website, or my art car, or Wagner, or even Amy Grant's Mandible, I always think of Florence and Julia.

Anyhow, here's a representative stanza from Julia's work:

'Tis said that Brigham Young is dead,
The man with nineteen wives;
The greatest Mormon of the West
Is dead, no more to rise.
He left behind his nineteen wives
Forsaken and forlorn;
The papers state his death was caused
By eating too much green corn.