My Fucking King

My Fucking King carried a pencil sharpener that they would often sit and look at. It might be a bizarre idea, to my dad, but not to the King, who feels that this idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a pencil sharpener would be the thing that was chosen.

My Fucking King searched for a melon that they would sometimes put up their bum. One might consider this to be a different undertaking, to some, but not to the King, who felt that this idea is fun. Who would have imagined, a melon is the thing to choose.

My Fucking King owned a cucumber that they would occasionally eat. It would be an odd thought, to me, but not to the King, who thought that this idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a cucumber was the chosen item.

My Fucking King desperately needed a sponge that they sometimes insert somewhere. This might appear to be a new thought, to most, but not to the King, who thought that it was in fact, amazing. Remarkably, a sponge was the item that was selected.

My Fucking King often carried a wig that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It might have been a fairly funny thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the King, who felt it was the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a wig being the chosen item.

My Fucking King desperately needed a cheese grater that they sometimes experiment on. This is certainly a fairly original exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the King, who thinks it would be sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a cheese grater is the item to select.