My Troubled Queen

My Troubled Queen desperately desired a dildo to try to balance on their head. It might be a curious approach to life, to you, but not to the Queen, who thinks that this idea is wonderful. A dildo is the thing to opt for.

My Troubled Queen needed a teapot that they sometimes cuddle. One might consider this to be a funny action, to my dad, but not to the Queen, who considered that this idea was magnificent. Bizarrely, a teapot being the thing selected.

My Troubled Queen searched for a custard pie to sleep with. It is an exciting action, to me and my husband, but not to the Queen, who thinks that it was in fact, simply life. Bizarrely, a custard pie would be the item that was opted for.

My Troubled Queen carried a can of coke that they liked to cuddle. It would have been a fairly weird and wonderful approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Queen, who assumed it was sublime. A can of coke being the item selected.

My Troubled Queen needed a condom that they would occasionally throw. One might find this to be a fairly new suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Queen, who thinks it would be out of this world. Remarkably, a condom is the thing to opt for.

My Troubled Queen desperately searched for a pint of cider that they would often hug. It should have been an astonishing proposal, to you and me, but not to the Queen, who considered it was entertaining. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider was the thing that was chosen.