Her Retarded Elf

Her Retarded Elf desperately needed a can of Tango that they would often share. It might have been an extraordinary suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Elf, who feels that this idea is magnificent. Who would have thought, a can of Tango was the chosen thing.

Her Retarded Elf craved for a cheese grater that they sometimes put on his head. This might appear to be an odd action, to you and me, but not to the Elf, who considered that this idea was sublime. Remarkably, a cheese grater was the chosen item.

Her Retarded Elf often carried a ball to put on his head. It is a fairly weird idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Elf, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a ball was the thing that was chosen.

Her Retarded Elf wanted a custard pie that they sometimes put up their bum. It might be a fairly astonishing thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion it was stunning. Who would have thought, a custard pie is the thing to choose.

Her Retarded Elf wanted a spade to sleep with. It should have been an original undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Elf, who assumed that the idea was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a spade would be the thing that was opted for.

Her Retarded Elf desired a teapot that they would smash. It should be a fairly funny proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elf, who thinks that this idea was spectacular. Strangely, a teapot is the thing that was chosen.