The Nervous Monster

The Nervous Monster always kept a cup that they sometimes put on his head. It should be a fairly weird proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Monster, who expected that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a cup would be the item chosen.

The Nervous Monster desired a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally drop. One might consider this to be an extraordinary activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awesome. Who would have imagined, a sack of potatoes being the chosen thing.

The Nervous Monster desperately desired a sponge to demolish. It might have been a fairly different suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Monster, who expected that this idea is epic. Honestly, a sponge is the thing to opt for.

The Nervous Monster desperately needed a crown that they would often smash. It was a fairly new thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Monster, who thinks that this idea is simply life. Honestly, a crown would be the thing that was chosen.

The Nervous Monster always carried a cucumber that they liked to rub on his belly. One might consider this to be a curious thought, to you, but not to the Monster, who thought that the idea was breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a cucumber is the thing that was chosen.

The Nervous Monster desperately needed a pint of cider to share. It should have been a fairly different suggestion, to you, but not to the Monster, who thinks that it was in fact, miraculous. Remarkably, a pint of cider was the thing that was chosen.