My Tired King

My Tired King desperately wanted a magic 8 ball that they sometimes eat. It might have been a weird thought, to my dad, but not to the King, who felt that the idea was entertaining. Who would have imagined, a magic 8 ball was the item that was opted for.

My Tired King desperately craved for a rubber chicken that they would rub on his belly. It might be an astonishing approach to life, to my dad, but not to the King, who thought that this idea was magnificent. Strangely, a rubber chicken was the thing that was chosen.

My Tired King desired a sponge to sit and look at. It might be a fairly exciting activity, to everybody you know, but not to the King, who assumed that this idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a sponge would be the thing that was chosen.

My Tired King desperately looked for a hat that they liked to demolish. This could be considered a fairly different proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the King, who felt it was awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a hat being the item opted for.

My Tired King always had with them a crown that they sometimes smash. It was a funny operation, to me and my parents, but not to the King, who assumed that it was in fact, entertaining. Who would have imagined, a crown having that done to it

My Tired King often carried a ball to break. This might appear to be a new approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the King, who had decided it was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a ball being the item selected.