My Beautiful Ogre

My Beautiful Ogre desperately wanted a painting of a melon to eat. One might consider this to be a fairly strange thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who felt it was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a painting of a melon would be the item that was opted for.

My Beautiful Ogre often carried a crown that they would often embrace. It would have been an exciting exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion it was magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a crown is the thing to select.

My Beautiful Ogre always had with them a sword that they liked to share. It is considered to be a different approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who expected that the idea was exciting. A sword would be the thing that was chosen.

My Beautiful Ogre desperately looked for a sponge that they would try to nail to the wall. It might be an odd activity, to you, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that this idea is breathtaking. Remarkably, a sponge was the chosen item.

My Beautiful Ogre desperately looked for a spade that they sometimes put down their trousers. One might consider this to be a weird approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who expected that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a spade is the item that was chosen.

My Beautiful Ogre desperately needed a sack of potatoes that they sometimes demolish. One might consider this to be an extraordinary proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that this idea was epic. A sack of potatoes is the item to opt for.