I've had a mare for some time now and although cleaning her lady bits ain't fun, it wasn't until we leased James that I was reminded how nasty willy washing can be. That being said, I never though to write an ode to it to help pass the time, à la Disney's Giselle in Enchanted or the Seven Dwarves in Snow White.
Holy smokes, sportsfans, it's a Ding-Dong-Sing-A-Long!
Until I saw this, I thought the funniest thing I'd seen regarding sheath cleaning was my very proper Mother's face when she stopped by the barn one day and found with my arm up to the elbow in my gelding's junk.
That might be a close second to this.
Go ahead, tell me that's not going to be in your head all day.
You're welcome. :)