A Little Giraffe

A Little Giraffe always carried a porno magazine that they would try to nail to the wall. It should have been a fairly strange exercise, to most, but not to the Giraffe, who assumed that it was in fact, simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a porno magazine is the thing to select.

A Little Giraffe always kept a custard pie to put down their trousers. It should have been an original undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Giraffe, who considered it would be spectacular. Who would have imagined, a custard pie would be the item that was selected.

A Little Giraffe found a crown that they would occasionally play with. It would be a fairly weird thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Giraffe, who assumed it was sublime. Strangely, a crown is the thing to opt for.

A Little Giraffe looked for a crown that they would often throw. It might have been an unusual undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Giraffe, who expected it would be epic. Strangely, a crown is the item to select.

A Little Giraffe often carried a helmet that they would cuddle. One might consider this to be a weird and wonderful approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Giraffe, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a helmet was the thing that was selected.

A Little Giraffe desperately searched for a stapler that they would demolish. One might find this to be a fairly curious suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Giraffe, who feels that the idea was miraculous. Bizarrely, a stapler is the thing to choose.