My Weary Ogre

My Weary Ogre owned a helmet that they would occasionally worship. It might be a fairly bizarre exercise, to you and me, but not to the Ogre, who feels it would be breathtaking. Who would have thought, a helmet would be the thing that was selected.

My Weary Ogre often carried a lava lamp that they liked to try to nail to the wall. It was considered to be a fairly peculiar suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that it was in fact, fun. Honestly, a lava lamp was the chosen item.

My Weary Ogre desperately desired a stretchman that they liked to eat. This might appear to be a fairly curious idea, to some, but not to the Ogre, who feels it was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a stretchman was the chosen thing.

My Weary Ogre desperately craved for a sword that they sometimes hug. It might have been an original thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that the idea was exciting. Remarkably, a sword of all things.

My Weary Ogre desperately needed a sack of potatoes to try to nail to the wall. This seems an odd action, to you and me, but not to the Ogre, who thinks it would be awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes would be the chosen thing.

My Weary Ogre always had with them a stapler to break. It would be a fairly original operation, to you, but not to the Ogre, who considered that it was in fact, wonderous. Who would have imagined, a stapler was the chosen thing.