The Talented Ogre

The Talented Ogre always carried a radiator that they sometimes hug. It is an astonishing undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Ogre, who thought that this idea is out of this world. Honestly, a radiator would be the thing that was chosen.

The Talented Ogre craved for a pint of cider that they would put down their trousers. It is an extraordinary action, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that the idea was magnificent. Strangely, a pint of cider is the thing to choose.

The Talented Ogre craved for a can of coke that they would sometimes experiment on. It would have been a fairly original action, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who expected that this idea was breathtaking. Strangely, a can of coke is the thing to choose.

The Talented Ogre needed a pint of cider that they would sometimes worship. It was considered to be a fairly new suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Ogre, who thought that this idea is exciting. Honestly, a pint of cider was the item that was chosen.

The Talented Ogre often carried a stapler that they would often rub on his belly. It is a fairly odd thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who felt that the idea was stunning. Bizarrely, a stapler of all things.

The Talented Ogre desperately desired a custard pie that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It was a funny proposal, to my mum, but not to the Ogre, who considered that it was in fact, simply life. A custard pie being the item selected.