How Pleasant to Know Mr. Becks

 A palimpsest from Edward Lear's "How Pleasant to Know Mr. Lear"

"How pleasant to know Mr. Becks!"
In whose presence you’d love to be graced!
Who’s admittedly obsessed with sex,
But in most cases, remarkably chaste.

His mind overflows with 'magination,
His crooked posture is from twisted bum;
His visage twists at the slightest provocation,
His head, it resembles a thumb.

He possesses the common amount of fingers,
Ears, toes, and nostrils, but not as much hair,
His body odor  more often than not  lingers,
he sweats quite profusely, but with flair.

He sits in a comfortable rocker,
With hundreds of games all about;
He drinks a great deal of cheap vodka,
but his tolerance is never in doubt.

He has copious friends: secular and religious,
'Old Bessie' is the name of his femur;
His education is long-winded and prestigious,
He bears the twinkling eyes of a dreamer.

When he saunters outside with his cane,
Neighbors and strangers take notice,
They shout “to walk nude in a storm is insane,
anyone breathing should know this!"

He swoons at the vibrancy of a sunset,
He cries at the base of a mountain;
He collects representations of Boba Fett,
Eats his meals passed under chocolate fountain.

He rages when pestered by vermin,
He will not abide you calling him ‘Tex’:
Until the day they break, bury, or burn him,
How pleasant to know Mr. Becks!