My Weary Cunt

My Weary Cunt wanted a wig that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It should have been a bizarre idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Cunt, who feels that it was in fact, epic. Who would have imagined, a wig is the thing that was chosen.

My Weary Cunt looked for a piece of paper that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It should have been an original operation, to many, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea was stunning. Remarkably, a piece of paper is the thing that was chosen.

My Weary Cunt often carried a chocolate bar that they would occasionally embrace. One might say this is a fairly surprising suggestion, to some, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it would be entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a chocolate bar was the item that was selected.

My Weary Cunt desperately needed a sponge that they would occasionally put up their bum. One might say this is a fairly weird and wonderful thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a sponge was the chosen thing.

My Weary Cunt desperately desired a sword that they would sometimes smash. It was considered to be a somewhat surprising action, to me and my parents, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was magnificent. Strangely, a sword was the item that was selected.

My Weary Cunt desperately needed a bag of flour that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. This seems a fairly weird undertaking, to my children, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it would be simply life. Who would have thought, a bag of flour of all things.