My Fucking Knight

My Fucking Knight wanted a can of Tango that they liked to worship. This could be considered a fairly peculiar exercise, to my mum, but not to the Knight, who had decided that this idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Tango would be the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking Knight desperately desired a big sponge that they sometimes drop. It would be a fairly bizarre activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Knight, who felt that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a big sponge being the chosen thing.

My Fucking Knight craved for a block of cheese that they would occasionally put down their trousers. One might find this to be a fairly exciting thought, to my children, but not to the Knight, who felt that it was in fact, spectacular. A block of cheese being the thing selected.

My Fucking Knight desperately needed a big sponge that they would often rub on his belly. It should have been a different exercise, to my dad, but not to the Knight, who thinks it would be amazing. Strangely, a big sponge being the thing opted for.

My Fucking Knight wanted a can of Tango to cuddle. This might appear to be a fairly funny action, to my mum, but not to the Knight, who thought that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a can of Tango was the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Knight desperately desired a set of lego that they would often experiment on. This seems to be a weird and wonderful operation, to some, but not to the Knight, who had decided that this idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a set of lego would be the chosen thing.