The Fucking Troll

The Fucking Troll desperately wanted a spade that they sometimes try to balance on their head. It was a weird and wonderful undertaking, to most, but not to the Troll, who thinks that the idea was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a spade would be the item that was opted for.

The Fucking Troll desperately wanted a rubber chicken that they would often sleep with. It should be a fairly new proposal, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who felt it would be out of this world. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber chicken would be the thing that was selected.

The Fucking Troll always carried a pen to play with. One might find this to be an exciting thing to do, to many, but not to the Troll, who thinks that it was in fact, wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a pen was the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Troll desperately craved for a cucumber that they would sometimes put up their bum. This could be considered an unusual thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Troll, who felt it would be epic. Remarkably, a cucumber is the thing to opt for.

The Fucking Troll always carried a tomato that they would often put on his head. This might appear to be a surprising activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who thought that it was in fact, wonderful. Bizarrely, a tomato is the thing to select.

The Fucking Troll always had with them a crown that they sometimes sit and look at. This is certainly an astonishing exercise, to many, but not to the Troll, who felt it was magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a crown was the item that was opted for.