padre's left tenant of loo

"It's little known," the Padre drawls, "nor true
that angels' dancing's penned me in this Head.
No prancing cherubs skipped me to this loo.
I'm tethered by this pull-chain in this shed
to wrestle with Beelzebub.  He led
me here.  He knows my signature:  to pound
on most temptations.  Rougher lads go round
and fight when they're ashore.  Less admirable
than me, the fleet agrees.  Tonight I wound
up, ranked new beer:  Commode Adorable."