Mud In Your Eye

He's stuck in mud
with dinosaur thinking.
He is a dud
with old rinky-dinking.
He accepts crud
short of even blinking.

His name is mud
with the local gentry.
He has bad blood
with the gated sentry.
He makes a thud
upon every entry.

He's caked in mud
with muck-racking prattle.
He's a crab scud
with a ready battle.
He's a flash flood
inundating chattel.