Catched

this poem is something i have written once or twice quite few whiles.

Would you like a Chance to meat me?
and bring the Jus when you have (you)
replaced the tackle
with crumb and chopped chive?
mince, mince, Munch, and Mumble
drizzle o'er my head
butter and Cook up, Cook up.
mange, and no more will i bother.
Just a poor fiddler am i,
and you'v'e forged quite a cake of me.