My Anxious Ogre

My Anxious Ogre craved for a cheese grater to sleep with. One might consider this to be a different undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who thinks it would be magnificent. A cheese grater was the thing that was selected.

My Anxious Ogre desperately craved for a cheese grater that they would occasionally insert somewhere. One might find this to be a bizarre operation, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who had decided it would be breathtaking. Who would have thought, a cheese grater is the thing to select.

My Anxious Ogre always had with them a crown that they would sometimes annihilate This could be considered a peculiar approach to life, to you, but not to the Ogre, who considered it would be wonderful. Bizarrely, a crown would be the item chosen.

My Anxious Ogre searched for a block of cheese that they would often sit and look at. It was a fairly funny idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that the idea was fun. Who would have thought, a block of cheese is the item that was chosen.

My Anxious Ogre desperately needed a CD player that they would sometimes cuddle. It was considered to be an extraordinary undertaking, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who had decided it was fun. Honestly, a CD player is the thing to choose.

My Anxious Ogre carried a rubber johnny that they liked to cuddle. This might appear to be a fairly odd idea, to me, but not to the Ogre, who considered that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a rubber johnny was the item that was selected.