My Cute Ogre

My Cute Ogre desperately needed a cup that they would often put down their trousers. This seems a fairly strange proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Ogre, who thought that this idea is awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a cup would be the item that was selected.

My Cute Ogre desperately wanted a can of Tango that they would often smash. It would be a bizarre idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who considered it would be stunning. Bizarrely, a can of Tango was the thing that was opted for.

My Cute Ogre desperately needed a wig that they would cuddle. It should have been a peculiar idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion it would be awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a wig being the chosen thing.

My Cute Ogre desperately desired a bag of flour to smash. It was considered to be a curious operation, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who expected that it was in fact, miraculous. Honestly, a bag of flour being the chosen item.

My Cute Ogre found a sword that they would break. It would be a bizarre proposal, to you and me, but not to the Ogre, who considered it would be breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a sword would be the item that was chosen.

My Cute Ogre looked for a vibrator to worship. This might appear to be a fairly strange thought, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who expected it was fun. Who would have thought, a vibrator is the item to select.