My Gentle Monster

My Gentle Monster desperately craved for a condom that they would often put down their trousers. It is a fairly extraordinary exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Monster, who thought that the idea was entertaining. A condom being the thing opted for.

My Gentle Monster desperately needed a bottle of wine that they would occasionally worship. It might have been a fairly curious undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Monster, who considered that this idea is stunning. Who would have imagined, a bottle of wine was the item that was selected.

My Gentle Monster desperately needed a painting of a melon that they would smash. This seems a fairly different approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Monster, who considered that it was in fact, amazing. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon was the thing that was selected.

My Gentle Monster owned a mug that they liked to eat. It might be a fairly extraordinary idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Monster, who assumed that the idea was miraculous. Bizarrely, a mug was the item that was opted for.

My Gentle Monster often carried a pint of cider that they would play with. It might have been a fairly different operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who assumed that the idea was exciting. Strangely, a pint of cider was the item that was chosen.

My Gentle Monster desperately desired a bottle of coke that they would often share. It should have been a fairly bizarre suggestion, to my grandpa, but not to the Monster, who assumed that the idea was wonderous. Honestly, a bottle of coke would be the chosen thing.