My Fucking Sparrow

My Fucking Sparrow desperately needed a ball that they would sometimes put up their bum. It is a fairly exciting action, to my grandma, but not to the Sparrow, who thought it would be out of this world. You wouldnt have thought, a ball being the thing opted for.

My Fucking Sparrow often carried a bag of poop that they would occasionally play with. It might be a fairly strange exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Sparrow, who thinks that this idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a bag of poop was the item that was selected.

My Fucking Sparrow wanted a toilet brush that they would insert somewhere. It should have been an odd exercise, to my dad, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed it was miraculous. A toilet brush would be the chosen thing.

My Fucking Sparrow always kept a ball that they liked to break. It would have been a fairly unusual undertaking, to my children, but not to the Sparrow, who expected it was wonderful. Remarkably, a ball being the chosen thing.

My Fucking Sparrow desperately wanted a bottle of beer that they would put on his head. This might appear to be a weird suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Sparrow, who expected that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of beer was the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Sparrow desperately looked for a pen that they liked to worship. This could be considered a different activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Sparrow, who thought it would be out of this world. You wouldnt have thought, a pen being the item opted for.