His Cheerful Ogre always kept a pint of beer that they would rub on his belly. It was a surprising operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Ogre, who thought that this idea was stunning. Strangely, a pint of beer having that done to it
His Cheerful Ogre carried a ball that they would often throw. It was considered to be a fairly exciting approach to life, to me, but not to the Ogre, who considered that this idea was awesome. Remarkably, a ball would be the item that was selected.
His Cheerful Ogre desperately wanted a crown that they would sit and look at. It would have been a fairly odd idea, to most, but not to the Ogre, who expected that it was in fact, simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown of all things.
His Cheerful Ogre searched for a can of Tango that they would often worship. It would be a surprising exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who feels that this idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Tango was the chosen thing.
His Cheerful Ogre needed a can of Tango to play with. This seems to be an odd thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that the idea was spectacular. Who would have thought, a can of Tango being the chosen item.
His Cheerful Ogre desperately looked for a sack of potatoes that they would sometimes demolish. It might have been a fairly original exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes was the chosen thing.