The Purple Ogre

The Purple Ogre had a teapot that they would often try to balance on their head. It was considered to be a fairly new proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was simply life. Who would have imagined, a teapot is the thing to opt for.

The Purple Ogre needed a cheese grater to put up their bum. It was a curious proposal, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who considered it would be stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a cheese grater being the thing selected.

The Purple Ogre desperately wanted a painting of a melon that they would sometimes hug. It was a weird approach to life, to most, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that it was in fact, spectacular. Strangely, a painting of a melon was the thing that was opted for.

The Purple Ogre desired a cheese grater that they would sometimes share. This is certainly a different operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who feels it would be out of this world. Bizarrely, a cheese grater would be the chosen thing.

The Purple Ogre desperately looked for a sponge that they sometimes cuddle. It might be a bizarre undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Ogre, who expected that this idea is spectacular. Bizarrely, a sponge is the item to select.

The Purple Ogre desperately craved for a custard pie that they would sometimes experiment on. This might appear to be a fairly new operation, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who thought that the idea was stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie is the item that was chosen.