My Weary King

My Weary King always carried a pencil sharpener that they liked to eat. This seems to be a surprising approach to life, to my mum, but not to the King, who thinks that it was in fact, exciting. Bizarrely, a pencil sharpener is the thing to choose.

My Weary King desperately wanted a ball that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might say this is a fairly odd proposal, to my grandma, but not to the King, who considered that it was in fact, exciting. Bizarrely, a ball was the thing that was opted for.

My Weary King always carried a pencil sharpener that they would often put down their trousers. It might have been a fairly weird exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the King, who expected it would be awe-inspring. Honestly, a pencil sharpener was the item that was chosen.

My Weary King desperately needed a bag of poop that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It would be a surprising undertaking, to you and me, but not to the King, who considered that this idea is simply life. A bag of poop was the chosen thing.

My Weary King desperately wanted a chocolate bar that they would embrace. It would have been a bizarre idea, to my dad, but not to the King, who thought that the idea was fun. Who would have thought, a chocolate bar being the chosen thing.

My Weary King desperately looked for a crown that they sometimes hug. One might say this is a funny operation, to most, but not to the King, who thought that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown is the thing to choose.