The end of my name rings of the royal, But where I’m hung up could make your skin boil! I am stuffed with delights by the dozen Or by two stinky twins, and their ten wriggly cousins.

My first is an incorrect plural of a group of males. My second is an expression of mirth, and is known to heal. My whole will get you ten to twenty

My first four, another word for excrement. My last three, an immense, indefinite period of time. Together, a place that may smell of excrement and people may feel like they’ve been there for an immense, indefinite period of time.

I jingle and slide through the snow bringing joy to the night, but misstep my homophone, and it’s quite a fright. One lets you ride with Santa, all cozy and bright, The other- well, you definitely don’t want to do that alright?

Jeff Spicoli learned: No me? No service!