Classic Poem

I'd have you to know, as sure as you're Dean,
On Thursday my cask of Obrien I'll drain;
If my wife be not willing, I say she's a quean;
And my right to the cellar, egad, I'll maintain
As bravely as any that fought at Dunblain:
Go tell her it over and over again.
I hope, as I ride to the town, it won't rain;
For, should it, I fear it will cool my hot brain,
Entirely extinguish my poetic vein,
And then I should be as stupid as Kain,
Who preached on three heads though he mentioned but twain.
Now Wardel's in haste and begins to complain;
Your most humble servant, dear Sir, I remain,
T—S—n.

Get Helsham, Walmsley, Delany,
And some Grattans if there be any;
Take care you do not bid too many.