My Lucky Aftab

My Lucky Aftab always had with them a bag of poop that they would sometimes put down their trousers. One might find this to be an exciting approach to life, to some, but not to the Aftab, who had decided that this idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a bag of poop was the thing that was chosen.

My Lucky Aftab desperately needed a toilet brush that they would often put up their bum. This is certainly a fairly peculiar proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Aftab, who had come to the conclusion it was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a toilet brush is the item to select.

My Lucky Aftab owned a can of Tango that they would occasionally break. One might say this is a fairly peculiar approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Aftab, who had decided that it was in fact, awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Tango being the thing opted for.

My Lucky Aftab desperately looked for a mug that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. It might be an astonishing operation, to you and me, but not to the Aftab, who had decided that the idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a mug was the chosen item.

My Lucky Aftab always had with them a sack of potatoes that they would often demolish. It would be an astonishing exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Aftab, who had decided that this idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a sack of potatoes would be the item that was chosen.

My Lucky Aftab needed a hat to eat. It should be a fairly different undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Aftab, who thought that this idea is awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a hat is the item to choose.