The Lonely Worm

The Lonely Worm desperately desired a custard pie that they would sit and look at. This might appear to be an astonishing idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Worm, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was simply life. A custard pie is the thing to choose.

The Lonely Worm needed a cheese grater that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is a fairly astonishing suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Worm, who thought that this idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a cheese grater was the chosen item.

The Lonely Worm desired a tomato to throw. It would have been a fairly different thought, to my children, but not to the Worm, who thinks it was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a tomato is the item to choose.

The Lonely Worm desperately craved for a bag of poop that they sometimes share. It might be a fairly different undertaking, to you, but not to the Worm, who felt that this idea is exciting. Honestly, a bag of poop being the chosen thing.

The Lonely Worm craved for a crown that they would demolish. It is a fairly bizarre approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Worm, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is fun. Who would have thought, a crown would be the thing that was chosen.

The Lonely Worm desperately looked for a rubber johnny that they would sometimes put on his head. One might find this to be a fairly curious exercise, to my mum, but not to the Worm, who expected that it was in fact, magnificent. A rubber johnny was the item that was opted for.