My Blue Robin

My Blue Robin desperately desired a sword that they sometimes put down their trousers. It might be a weird and wonderful thing to do, to my children, but not to the Robin, who thought that the idea was amazing. Bizarrely, a sword was the chosen thing.

My Blue Robin often carried a bat that they sometimes annihilate This might appear to be a fairly extraordinary idea, to my mum, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion it was out of this world. Honestly, a bat would be the chosen thing.

My Blue Robin needed a set of lego that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. One might find this to be a peculiar approach to life, to me, but not to the Robin, who assumed that this idea is exciting. Who would have thought, a set of lego is the item to opt for.

My Blue Robin looked for a wig that they would occasionally demolish. One might say this is a fairly surprising operation, to my grandma, but not to the Robin, who thinks it was breathtaking. Strangely, a wig is the item to opt for.

My Blue Robin always carried a stretchman that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It should have been a fairly original suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Robin, who had decided that this idea was awesome. A stretchman would be the chosen thing.

My Blue Robin desperately desired a porno magazine that they would sometimes worship. This seems to be a bizarre exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was out of this world. Strangely, a porno magazine is the thing to opt for.