My Round Robin

My Round Robin desperately searched for a bat to smash. This seems a fairly weird and wonderful activity, to you and me, but not to the Robin, who assumed that this idea was spectacular. Remarkably, a bat is the thing to choose.

My Round Robin desperately looked for a bag of flour that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should be a peculiar thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Robin, who thought that it was in fact, simply life. Remarkably, a bag of flour of all things.

My Round Robin looked for a melon that they would often drop. One might consider this to be a fairly unusual exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Robin, who thinks that this idea was fun. Bizarrely, a melon is the thing that was chosen.

My Round Robin owned a bottle of beer that they would sometimes break. This seems to be a fairly odd approach to life, to some, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is wonderous. Remarkably, a bottle of beer is the thing to opt for.

My Round Robin desperately needed a mug that they liked to rub on his belly. It might have been a fairly weird and wonderful undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Robin, who assumed that this idea was wonderful. Strangely, a mug is the item to opt for.

My Round Robin craved for a crown that they would sometimes experiment on. It would have been a fairly unusual proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Robin, who thought it would be wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown was the item that was opted for.