Dashing to the loo,
Would you all get out my way,
Down my pants I go,
Scratching all the way- ah, ah, ah,
God that thrush does sting,
Canesten sets it right,
But sad it is to wince and say
"Oh god, no sex tonight"!
Jingle bells, peeing is hell,
DP's scared away,
Oh how sore it is to have,
An itching minge all day- hey!
Jingle bells, what's that smell,
DP's scared away,
Oh how sore it is to have
An itching minge all day!
Now my blight has cooled,
I seek to find the cause,
No reason to be found,
My loo roll gives me pause.
It seems to have a scent
of christmastide it wafts!
But beggars cannot choose, it was
The last pack at the shops!
Oh jingle bells, my bush smells,
But I now know why.
And I've got cystitis too -
Trying not to cry.
Those who sell, stuff that smells,
Will they never learn?
That ladies bits and scents don't mix,
You'll simply make us burn!