My Square Martian

My Square Martian desperately craved for a pint of beer that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This seems to be a peculiar thought, to me, but not to the Martian, who expected that this idea is entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of beer being the thing selected.

My Square Martian always kept a set square that they would rub on his belly. It should be a fairly astonishing operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who had decided that this idea is amazing. Bizarrely, a set square would be the item that was selected.

My Square Martian desperately looked for a can of Tango that they liked to put on his head. It was considered to be a fairly curious undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion it would be awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Tango is the item to opt for.

My Square Martian carried a pint of cider that they would often throw. It might be a bizarre exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is amazing. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider is the thing that was chosen.

My Square Martian carried a bottle of wine that they would sometimes smash. It might have been a weird thing to do, to my children, but not to the Martian, who thought it would be magnificent. Bizarrely, a bottle of wine is the thing to select.

My Square Martian desperately looked for a rubber johnny that they would eat. It would have been a bizarre approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was fun. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber johnny would be the item chosen.