She sat and itched, and itched and sat
A wondered what she could do that
would ease the itch.
'I know' she thought, 'a cooling lotion'
She seached the fridge for helpful potion
To ease the itch.
The fridge was bare of organic Muller
Her bathroom cupbard was no fuller
Her flange, a great big itch
Then all at once she lit upon
a wedge of cheese of fragrant pong
Relief from itch!
Her fanny she did all spread all over
with cheesy paste a bit of bovver
To kill the itch
He flange went blue with lumps and bumps
Her minge smelled like some ripe old pumps
and still the itch
She wanged her flaps with garlic ripe
A ferret, perfume and water pipe
And still she itched
So left with mangy minge of cheesy smell
She posted and her tale did tell
Of Horrid itch
And how we roared and LOL
and this poor woman, very cowed,
with blue tinged itch
The cheese fell out as she did shop
I'll thank her now for laughs non stop
A 'fanny' itch