My Weary Baby

My Weary Baby always carried a sponge to drop. It should be a fairly weird and wonderful operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Baby, who thought it would be wonderous. Who would have thought, a sponge was the item that was selected.

My Weary Baby looked for a pint of cider that they sometimes hug. It would be a fairly weird approach to life, to most, but not to the Baby, who had decided it would be the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of cider having that done to it

My Weary Baby needed a custard pie that they would occasionally eat. This could be considered a fairly weird activity, to my grandma, but not to the Baby, who thinks that it was in fact, out of this world. Who would have imagined, a custard pie would be the chosen thing.

My Weary Baby desperately looked for a stretchman that they liked to put down their trousers. One might find this to be a fairly peculiar activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Baby, who considered that this idea is wonderous. Who would have thought, a stretchman would be the thing that was chosen.

My Weary Baby always carried a dildo that they sometimes sleep with. It was a fairly weird and wonderful activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baby, who thinks it was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a dildo is the item to opt for.

My Weary Baby carried a mug to put on his head. It might have been an astonishing activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Baby, who assumed that this idea was stunning. Remarkably, a mug is the thing to opt for.