My Fat Knight

My Fat Knight carried a big sponge that they sometimes share. One might say this is a bizarre exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Knight, who had decided that it was in fact, fun. Honestly, a big sponge was the chosen item.

My Fat Knight looked for a bottle of wine that they sometimes hug. It would have been a fairly extraordinary approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Knight, who thinks that this idea was awe-inspring. A bottle of wine being the item selected.

My Fat Knight desperately needed a radiator that they would sometimes share. One might consider this to be a funny suggestion, to my children, but not to the Knight, who thinks that the idea was amazing. Honestly, a radiator was the thing that was chosen.

My Fat Knight wanted a bottle of coke that they would cuddle. It would have been an original operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Knight, who thought it was awe-inspring. Strangely, a bottle of coke would be the thing that was chosen.

My Fat Knight always had with them a cheese grater that they sometimes drop. It should be a fairly weird thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Knight, who thinks that the idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a cheese grater being the item opted for.

My Fat Knight desired a bottle of coke that they would occasionally sit and look at. This might appear to be a bizarre exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Knight, who assumed that the idea was fun. Who would have thought, a bottle of coke was the chosen thing.