My Bum Loving Ogre

My Bum Loving Ogre had a sack of potatoes to sleep with. It should have been a weird undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who expected that this idea was wonderful. Strangely, a sack of potatoes would be the item that was selected.

My Bum Loving Ogre desperately searched for a sack of potatoes to insert somewhere. This seems to be a fairly surprising idea, to me and my children, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that it was in fact, sublime. Bizarrely, a sack of potatoes was the item that was chosen.

My Bum Loving Ogre desperately searched for a helmet that they would often share. One might say this is a funny proposal, to you and me, but not to the Ogre, who feels it was wonderous. A helmet was the item that was chosen.

My Bum Loving Ogre desperately looked for a bottle of coke that they would sometimes demolish. It should have been a fairly unusual thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who considered it would be awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a bottle of coke of all things.

My Bum Loving Ogre desperately desired a pen that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might have been a weird and wonderful exercise, to some, but not to the Ogre, who expected it would be stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a pen would be the thing that was selected.

My Bum Loving Ogre looked for a sack of potatoes that they would often break. This could be considered an exciting thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who feels that it was in fact, miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes is the item to choose.