He built a false self  which was so adept

He dropped a clanger as he met the guests
He said he hated talking with no aim
Alas, he is the  local village  pest

His wife was in the oven,taking rest
Do not think that woman is to blame
He dropped a clanger as he met the guests

His wife rubbed oil of olbas on her chest
It’s not a perfume  but some men like to play
Married to  the erudite, God bless

Their son let off three bangers  he had kept
Then  a Catherine wheel   whirled with  no shame
Dad  felt his old anger at the guests

He built a false self  which was so adept
He won a prize for coolness and disdain
Before he was the  famous village  pest

He had voted that  the guests should all  remain
They could never leave nor give him pain
He dropped a clanger from  his mind distressed
He said, good grief, I ‘ll sue you,I’m harassed