Upon a bench there sat a fag
complete with his small dufflebag.
The bag was small and in between
sat a small thing, perhaps a bean?
He didn't think that he should brag.
A wanderer stopped at the bench
struck up a dialogue: Hey Mensch,
what do you keep beneath that rag?
Is it perhaps a dufflebag?
The rag was fabric made from Trench.
They got on well and soon one fellow
said age makes every human mellow.
And could he place his little hand
onto that hidden secret gland?
He offered then to be a bellow.