Their Weary Ogre

Their Weary Ogre craved for a sword that they would sometimes cuddle. It should be a bizarre undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who considered that this idea is magnificent. Remarkably, a sword would be the item that was selected.

Their Weary Ogre desired a sack of potatoes that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might be a fairly new thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Ogre, who thinks it was amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a sack of potatoes is the thing to choose.

Their Weary Ogre desperately desired a bottle of coke that they would sometimes worship. This seems a fairly strange activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was entertaining. A bottle of coke is the item to select.

Their Weary Ogre craved for a computer that they liked to throw. It would be an exciting exercise, to my mum, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a computer was the item that was chosen.

Their Weary Ogre owned a condom that they would sometimes experiment on. It would have been a weird and wonderful activity, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Remarkably, a condom being the thing selected.

Their Weary Ogre desired a bag of poop that they liked to worship. One might find this to be a strange suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who thought that this idea is spectacular. Honestly, a bag of poop being the item selected.