Her Yellow Poodle

Her Yellow Poodle desperately looked for a cucumber to cuddle. One might find this to be a fairly curious suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Poodle, who thought it would be magnificent. Strangely, a cucumber having that done to it

Her Yellow Poodle always kept a cucumber that they would sometimes embrace. It might have been a peculiar approach to life, to many, but not to the Poodle, who assumed that the idea was epic. A cucumber is the item to select.

Her Yellow Poodle carried a painting of a melon that they would play with. It should be an astonishing suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Poodle, who had decided it would be awe-inspring. Strangely, a painting of a melon was the thing that was selected.

Her Yellow Poodle carried a lava lamp that they sometimes put up their bum. It might have been a surprising activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Poodle, who feels that it was in fact, stunning. Remarkably, a lava lamp is the thing to select.

Her Yellow Poodle desperately desired a custard pie that they liked to cuddle. It was a bizarre proposal, to my dad, but not to the Poodle, who assumed that it was in fact, entertaining. Who would have thought, a custard pie was the chosen thing.

Her Yellow Poodle always kept a wig that they liked to embrace. It would be a bizarre undertaking, to you, but not to the Poodle, who expected it would be exciting. Who would have thought, a wig being the thing opted for.