My Fucking Sparrow

My Fucking Sparrow always kept a ball that they would sometimes put on his head. One might say this is a weird and wonderful proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Sparrow, who considered that the idea was the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a ball was the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Sparrow owned a radiator that they would occasionally annihilate One might consider this to be a fairly exciting undertaking, to my children, but not to the Sparrow, who thought that the idea was magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a radiator is the thing to select.

My Fucking Sparrow carried a crown that they would often embrace. This might appear to be a peculiar action, to my dad, but not to the Sparrow, who expected that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a crown was the item that was opted for.

My Fucking Sparrow looked for a wig that they would sleep with. One might consider this to be a fairly unusual exercise, to my children, but not to the Sparrow, who assumed that the idea was amazing. Remarkably, a wig is the thing to opt for.

My Fucking Sparrow looked for a bag of flour that they would occasionally embrace. It was a fairly different approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Sparrow, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. Strangely, a bag of flour is the thing to choose.

My Fucking Sparrow desperately searched for a bottle of beer that they would often sit and look at. It was considered to be a fairly odd exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Sparrow, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a bottle of beer was the chosen item.