My Troubled Robin

My Troubled Robin desperately wanted a pen that they sometimes sleep with. It should have been a fairly exciting action, to some, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is sublime. A pen would be the item chosen.

My Troubled Robin desperately craved for a sponge that they would often sit and look at. It is a peculiar thought, to my mum, but not to the Robin, who expected that this idea is miraculous. A sponge being the chosen item.

My Troubled Robin searched for a helmet that they liked to put in the bath with him. This could be considered a fairly weird exercise, to me, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is miraculous. Remarkably, a helmet was the chosen item.

My Troubled Robin craved for a crown that they sometimes embrace. One might consider this to be an extraordinary action, to me and my children, but not to the Robin, who thought that the idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a crown is the thing that was chosen.

My Troubled Robin wanted a wig that they would often sleep with. It is a fairly odd thought, to many, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a wig was the chosen item.

My Troubled Robin owned a sack of potatoes that they sometimes hug. This might appear to be a fairly astonishing proposal, to most, but not to the Robin, who thought that this idea was entertaining. Honestly, a sack of potatoes is the item to opt for.