Wooly Doo Dee was in despair. Fiery had lost her sanity And seemed to wage warfare. She shrieked for ice cream and chips and hot chilly soup, She said, "My nincompoop, help me through my period, it's a hellish time, else I'll toast you, and roast you, and glaciate you in quicklime!" Wooly knew what to do, It happened every moon. He shut his mouth, and went south, And bought savouries to stop his doom. Yessum. I'm Fiery. :'/ This was very unexpected. Period playlist must have songs: PMS Blues, Dolly Parton.
