A couple of years ago I participated in a "30 poems in 30 days" challenge. One day the challenge was to write a poem that includes at least three words that end with -gle. Since it seemed a silly prompt, I went with a silly genre - the limerick. If you offend easily, you might prefer to skip this one.
With ladies whenever he’d mingle,
He’d feel himself starting to tingle
In regions that dangle
With nary a jangle,
And that’s when he wished he were single.