My Weary Worm

My Weary Worm craved for a can of Dr Pepper that they would often break. This might appear to be a curious action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Worm, who had decided that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a can of Dr Pepper is the item to choose.

My Weary Worm always carried a pint of cider that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. This might appear to be a fairly surprising idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Worm, who assumed it was miraculous. Remarkably, a pint of cider is the item to opt for.

My Weary Worm carried a wig that they sometimes experiment on. It should be a weird and wonderful exercise, to my children, but not to the Worm, who expected that this idea was wonderous. Who would have thought, a wig would be the chosen thing.

My Weary Worm desperately looked for a bag of flour that they sometimes cuddle. This seems a surprising operation, to me and my children, but not to the Worm, who feels that this idea was epic. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of flour would be the item that was opted for.

My Weary Worm desperately desired a stretchman that they sometimes hug. This seems an exciting approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Worm, who felt it was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a stretchman being the chosen item.

My Weary Worm craved for a pen to try to nail to the wall. It was a funny suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Worm, who felt it was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a pen is the thing to opt for.