My Retarded Elf

My Retarded Elf desperately looked for a teapot that they would embrace. One might consider this to be a weird activity, to you and me, but not to the Elf, who considered that the idea was wonderous. A teapot was the thing that was chosen.

My Retarded Elf always carried a tomato that they liked to embrace. It would have been a fairly odd suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who had decided it would be stunning. Honestly, a tomato was the item that was chosen.

My Retarded Elf desperately craved for a pint of cider to put up their bum. This seems a fairly weird operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who felt that the idea was wonderous. A pint of cider is the thing that was chosen.

My Retarded Elf searched for a can of Tango that they would sometimes put up their bum. This seems to be a fairly unusual exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who had decided it would be wonderful. A can of Tango was the thing that was opted for.

My Retarded Elf always had with them a Harry Potter wand that they would occasionally demolish. This is certainly a strange approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a Harry Potter wand is the thing that was chosen.

My Retarded Elf often carried a big sponge that they liked to put in the bath with him. It is a fairly peculiar undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Elf, who considered that it was in fact, breathtaking. Who would have thought, a big sponge was the item that was selected.