My Big Ogre

My Big Ogre had a piece of paper that they would rub on his belly. It was considered to be a different approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Ogre, who thought it would be exciting. Strangely, a piece of paper would be the thing that was selected.

My Big Ogre wanted a block of cheese that they liked to share. One might say this is an original undertaking, to some, but not to the Ogre, who felt that the idea was out of this world. Who would have thought, a block of cheese of all things.

My Big Ogre desired a pen that they would try to nail to the wall. It is an original exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who felt it was wonderful. A pen would be the item that was opted for.

My Big Ogre desperately looked for a bag of poop that they liked to break. It should be an odd proposal, to everybody you know, but not to the Ogre, who thought it would be magnificent. A bag of poop would be the thing that was selected.

My Big Ogre looked for a pen that they liked to embrace. This might appear to be a fairly astonishing thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that it was in fact, sublime. Remarkably, a pen is the item that was chosen.

My Big Ogre desired a custard pie that they liked to sit and look at. It is a fairly unusual idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who feels that the idea was sublime. A custard pie was the chosen item.