Their Fucking Ogre

Their Fucking Ogre wanted a piece of paper to embrace. It was a bizarre thought, to my mum, but not to the Ogre, who thinks it was epic. Bizarrely, a piece of paper would be the chosen thing.

Their Fucking Ogre searched for a big sponge that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. This seems to be a fairly original undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Ogre, who felt that it was in fact, awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a big sponge is the thing to opt for.

Their Fucking Ogre often carried a sword that they liked to break. One might consider this to be a fairly curious operation, to you, but not to the Ogre, who thought it was entertaining. Honestly, a sword would be the item that was chosen.

Their Fucking Ogre craved for a cup that they would sometimes demolish. It might be a bizarre operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who thought it would be wonderful. Strangely, a cup is the item to choose.

Their Fucking Ogre wanted a toilet brush that they liked to demolish. It might be a bizarre thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Ogre, who felt it would be miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a toilet brush is the item to select.

Their Fucking Ogre desperately needed a bat to play with. This is certainly a fairly weird proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who considered that this idea is awe-inspring. Strangely, a bat was the thing that was selected.