The Cute Troll

The Cute Troll had a toilet brush that they would sometimes share. It would have been a fairly odd thing to do, to many, but not to the Troll, who felt that this idea was wonderful. Strangely, a toilet brush was the item that was opted for.

The Cute Troll wanted a pencil sharpener that they would experiment on. One might say this is a fairly curious thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who assumed it would be the most awesome idea. A pencil sharpener would be the item that was selected.

The Cute Troll wanted a crown that they would often break. It should be a fairly astonishing operation, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who thought that it was in fact, breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a crown was the thing that was chosen.

The Cute Troll carried a pencil sharpener that they would sometimes put on his head. It would have been an odd exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who assumed that the idea was magnificent. Honestly, a pencil sharpener was the thing that was chosen.

The Cute Troll had a pint of beer that they would often put down their trousers. It would have been a curious approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who thought it was epic. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of beer was the thing that was opted for.

The Cute Troll desperately needed a rubber johnny that they sometimes hug. One might find this to be a strange thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Troll, who felt that the idea was exciting. Bizarrely, a rubber johnny was the chosen thing.