Meurtre Academy

Swings by his thigh
a thing most magical!
Below the belt
beneath the folds Of his clothes it hangs
a hole in its front end,
stiff-set and stout it swivels about.

Levelling the head
of this hanging tool,
its wielder hoists his hem above his knee;
it is his will to fill
a well-known hole
that it fits fully when at full length
He's oft filled it before.
Now he fills it again.