Man's Dufflebags Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Most men possess a dufflebag
it hangs between their legs.
Its skin reminds me of a rag
the contents look like eggs.
All dufflebags are property
of men who carry arms,
and, subject to their pedigree,
they flaunt their precious charms.
When action happens, bags and men
are caught right in the middle,
and on a scale of one to ten
HE plays the premier fiddle.
He leaves the bag outside, at rest
while carrying out inspection
inside a suspect warriors' nest
and calls the code ERECTION.
His work is thorough and he dives
inside and out at will
until, at last, the squall arrives
and liberates the Mill.
There is much more I could present
about those bags of course,
a dangling little ornament,
they're bigger on a horse.