Asked her with terror

What IS that blessed thing?!

She replied beamingly

“It’s my favourite mood swing”

I don’t need stilts

Or the high trapeze

Just my pink swing to

Put me right at ease

I blow hot and cold

I go high and low

In a moment I can go

From raging to mellow

I’d warned you about this

She said turning red

Now you are screwed

Till I get my next period