South Carolina poet J. Gordon Coogler (1865-1901) was widely mocked for this terrible couplet:

Alas! for the South, her books have grown fewer —
She never was much given to literature.

He complained,

Oh you critics! — If an author errs in a single line,
That line you’ll surely quote,
And will give it as a sample fair
Of all he ever wrote.

But he was bad everywhere:

On her beautiful face there are smiles of grace
That linger in beauty serene,
And there are no pimples encircling her dimples
As ever, as yet, I have seen.

His complete works are here.