Her Little Jerk

Her Little Jerk always kept a pint of cider that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It was considered to be a new operation, to me, but not to the Jerk, who had come to the conclusion it would be spectacular. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider is the thing that was chosen.

Her Little Jerk desperately craved for a bottle of coke that they liked to demolish. This is certainly an unusual activity, to many, but not to the Jerk, who expected that the idea was amazing. Who would have thought, a bottle of coke is the item that was chosen.

Her Little Jerk searched for a bottle of coke that they sometimes put down their trousers. It should be a fairly weird and wonderful operation, to my dad, but not to the Jerk, who had come to the conclusion it was miraculous. Honestly, a bottle of coke would be the item chosen.

Her Little Jerk needed a rubber johnny that they would sometimes play with. It might be a funny undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Jerk, who had decided it would be awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a rubber johnny would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Little Jerk desperately searched for a cup that they would sometimes embrace. This seems to be a funny approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Jerk, who thought that the idea was stunning. Who would have imagined, a cup is the item that was chosen.

Her Little Jerk desperately needed a rubber chicken that they would occasionally sit and look at. It might have been a fairly bizarre operation, to my children, but not to the Jerk, who assumed it would be awe-inspring. A rubber chicken of all things.