There once was Cheryl the germ
who resided in sperm
‘This is no home for a lady’ she’d groan
To the estate agents on the phone
They tried desperately to sell her flat,
There was a bit of interest from a rat
But he was looking for something open plan
He squeaked ‘sorry honey, I’m not your man’
I can’t stay here she decided while filing her nail
It’s sticky and gross and smells rather stale
Suddenly her flat started to shake,
‘Oh crikey’, she said ‘an earthquake’
And with that she was catapulted somewhere new
She felt gravity tug and a girl say ‘I’m going to the loo’
This is lovely, thought Cheryl, a place for a lady
Not only is it warm, but sufficiently shady
So she held on and nestled in
And Cheryl’s new life did begin
So be warned of germs getting uppity, wanting both plasma and pool
It’s the well known STD story they don’t teach you at school
