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.

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Wooly Doo Dee forgot his brain
somewhere while watching the news,
his head looped again and again,
and exploded with a fuse.

He sat there in a daze,
staring at the T.V. without a blink,
he hadn't bathed since days,
and oh his nasty nasty stink!

Fiery, his ferocious woman
was furiously flaring with fire,
she hated smelly people,
so she bombed her satire,
said she, "Hon, if you don't stop watching that telly,
and if you don't bathe your body, smelly,
I'll bang your head so hard,
that you'll have bedtime at a graveyard!"

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Wooly couldn't get outta the door,
His belly was too big,
He had to sleep on the floor,
To him, the bed was like a twig.

His clever wife had to do something,
She had to make a plan,
Her lazy poet was no more a king,
He was a gigantic man!

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Interviewer: Do you call yourself a poet, because most poets struggle to define or call themse-

Me *thumps chest aggressively, uncovers a half-illustrated purple manuscript in silver glitter pen of Wooly Doo Dee and Fiery, preserved like a scripture in a plastic cover and the diary from mid 2010s where I had even judged God, rhymed students with rodents and tried a particularly emo sad poem for the first time*

Interviewer: *slow nods*

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Hometown

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Wooly and Fiery's Father's Day
{Sequel to The Story of Wooly Doo Dee}
(Read in caption)

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The Story of Wooly Doo Dee
(read in caption)

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