My Tired Monster

My Tired Monster carried a computer that they would occasionally annihilate This might appear to be a somewhat surprising idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Monster, who had decided it would be epic. You wouldnt have thought, a computer was the chosen thing.

My Tired Monster desperately craved for a pint of beer that they would often break. This could be considered a different activity, to me and my children, but not to the Monster, who assumed it was awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of beer would be the thing that was chosen.

My Tired Monster looked for a rubber johnny that they would often insert somewhere. It would be an unusual operation, to my mum, but not to the Monster, who thought that the idea was amazing. Honestly, a rubber johnny would be the item that was chosen.

My Tired Monster wanted a custard pie that they would sit and look at. It is a fairly new undertaking, to me, but not to the Monster, who expected that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. A custard pie is the item to select.

My Tired Monster always had with them a cheese grater that they would sometimes put up their bum. It should be a curious idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who feels that this idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a cheese grater would be the chosen thing.

My Tired Monster always had with them a bottle of coke that they would sometimes eat. It is a fairly peculiar operation, to many, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion it would be sublime. Remarkably, a bottle of coke would be the item that was selected.