Weary Knight

Weary Knight often carried a can of Tango that they liked to drop. It should be a new activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Knight, who considered that the idea was magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Tango being the thing selected.

Weary Knight desperately craved for a block of cheese that they would occasionally hug. It might have been a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to my children, but not to the Knight, who had come to the conclusion it was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a block of cheese is the item to select.

Weary Knight had a pint of cider that they would smash. It should have been an extraordinary operation, to my grandma, but not to the Knight, who considered it was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of cider was the item that was selected.

Weary Knight desperately looked for a can of Dr Pepper that they would occasionally cuddle. It would be a fairly new action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Knight, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, breathtaking. Remarkably, a can of Dr Pepper was the thing that was selected.

Weary Knight desperately looked for a bag of poop that they liked to play with. It would be a fairly different undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Knight, who expected that it was in fact, stunning. Who would have thought, a bag of poop would be the item that was selected.

Weary Knight desperately looked for a tomato that they would often hug. It would have been a weird thing to do, to my children, but not to the Knight, who had decided it was fun. Strangely, a tomato would be the item chosen.