the wheedling beadle   

 

oh horseshit says the simpkin
I could do any better that say again so
at the curb whining and whinging say
Mister candles three dozen per
and at the same time (the very same time
in a metempsychical problem) forsooth
I crook'd and mitered bending my back
upon my throne might call any to answer
me the thrills of any bucks and does

with a pearl on the tip of my nose
and a fat answer backing up my drainpipes
hornpipes Horn & Hardart connive