The Purple Alien

The Purple Alien desperately desired a wig that they would occasionally sit and look at. One might consider this to be a fairly new approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Alien, who considered that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a wig being the chosen thing.

The Purple Alien always had with them a hat that they would often play with. It might have been a fairly original suggestion, to most, but not to the Alien, who expected it was spectacular. A hat was the item that was opted for.

The Purple Alien craved for a block of cheese that they sometimes try to balance on their head. One might consider this to be a fairly peculiar operation, to me, but not to the Alien, who felt that it was in fact, entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a block of cheese was the thing that was selected.

The Purple Alien wanted a custard pie that they sometimes experiment on. This might appear to be a fairly weird and wonderful idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Alien, who thought it was magnificent. A custard pie was the chosen thing.

The Purple Alien desperately wanted a pint of beer to try to balance on their head. It might be a fairly strange undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Alien, who had come to the conclusion it would be out of this world. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer being the chosen item.

The Purple Alien always carried a can of Dr Pepper that they would occasionally throw. It was a fairly curious action, to my dad, but not to the Alien, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is simply life. A can of Dr Pepper being the chosen thing.