The Fucking Poodle

The Fucking Poodle desperately searched for a pencil sharpener that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It might have been an original proposal, to my mum, but not to the Poodle, who considered that this idea is wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a pencil sharpener is the item to select.

The Fucking Poodle desperately looked for a bat that they would often sit and look at. This could be considered a funny exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Poodle, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was wonderous. A bat would be the item chosen.

The Fucking Poodle carried a bottle of coke that they would often hug. One might consider this to be an odd activity, to you and me, but not to the Poodle, who had decided it was simply life. A bottle of coke was the thing that was selected.

The Fucking Poodle needed a teapot that they would often put in the bath with him. One might say this is a different idea, to my dad, but not to the Poodle, who expected that this idea is simply life. Bizarrely, a teapot being the chosen item.

The Fucking Poodle owned a ball that they would share. One might find this to be a fairly surprising operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Poodle, who considered it would be awesome. A ball being the item selected.

The Fucking Poodle searched for a can of Tango that they liked to play with. This seems a new idea, to me, but not to the Poodle, who felt it would be fun. Remarkably, a can of Tango would be the item that was selected.