Hungry Baby

I'm still scrawny, with over-sized feet
and my house is not easy to heat,
but besides all this cold
my main message is bold:
would you please give me something to eat?

My main throne room has one nasty quirk:

it oft stubbornly stops with a jerk.

But I have it outwitted

(think eyebrows firmly knitted);

my old-fashioned one loves dirty work.