First one to understand this gets a cookie :p

Here I am so feculent,

addle while I wait.

Be I daffed from common dolts,

thick be common trait.

My laund in front sits puling,

so I myself can hear its cry.

Aye, but I myself am reechy,

and am seeking lye.

Thy swain hath dubbed my scathful.

How chagrined be I!

Be thy stile mouldering,

but thy hearth still be sly!

I hinder me, incense me,

for my being lackluster and matte.

I beseech thee, oh get me,

I am just a ziggurat!