Citations:clenchpoop

English citations of clenchpoop, clinchpoop, and clynchpoop

Noun: "uncultured, ill-mannered person; bumpkin"

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• 1555, The Institucion of a Gentleman‎^[1], London: Charles Whittingham, published 1839:

  […] for if a Gentleman haue in hym any humble behauour, then Roysters do cal suche one by the name of a Loute, a Clynchpope, or one that knoweth no facions […]

• a. 1581, R[obert]? W[ilson], The Three Ladies of London, act 2; republished London: Tudor Facsimile Texts, 1911, page 8:

  What a clenchpoope drudge is this: I can forbeare him no more.

• 1589, William Warner, chapter 31, in Albion's England, book 6, London: Edm. Bollifant for George Potter, published 1602, page 153:

  Not far of was a Loute / With neare a hansome rag, himselfe lesse handsome sole to snout, / Lesse wel-form'd, or more il-fac'st, & like Clenchpoope looke and lim,

• 1949, Thomas Bertram Costain, High Towers:

  There was an unctuous quality to his voice and a description of him which she had once heard the baron use went through her mind: "that pompous old clinchpoop."

• 1983, Charles Larson, The Portland Murders:

  "Oh, don't deny it!" Isabel cried dramatically. "There's a word for me in Old English! Clinchpoop!"
  "Clinchpoop?"
  "I am a clinchpoop! A clod and a boor and a—"
  "You're not a clinchpoop."
  "And do you know what the height of clinchpoopery is? It's when you realize the other guy's right but you won't say so because you're too bloody selfish!"

• 2006, Roger McGough, “Prayer to Saint Grobianos, the Patron Saint of Coarse People”, in Selected Poems, London: Penguin Books, →ISBN, page 152:

  Have pity on we poor wretched sinners / We blatherskites and lopdoodles / Lickspiggots and clinchpoops / Quibberdicks and Quakebuttocks.

• 2006, David M. Cornish, Lamplighter (Monster Blood Tattoo; 2):

  "There was an unwelcome guest in our cellars last night, but the rotted clenchpoop is done in now."

• 2013, Elizabeth Fremantle, Queen's Gambit:

  "You could have any clenchpoop in these kitchens if you wanted. All you want's a fumble; it's not like you want him to marry you."