Citations:clenchpoop

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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."