
>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Sherk so much, I had all the merchandise and movies
>I pray to Sherk every night before bed, thanking him for the life I’ve been given
>”Sherk is love” I say; “Sherk is life”
>My dad hears me and calls me a lame-o
>I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Sherk
>I called him a lame-o
>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
>I’m crying now, and my face hurts
>I lay in bed and it’s really cold
>Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
>It’s Sherk
>I am so happy
He whispers into my ear “This is my swamp.”
>He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees
>I’m ready
>I spread my heart for Shrek
>He penetrates my heart
>It hurts so much but I do it for Shrek
>I can feel my heart as my eyes start to water
>I push against his force
>I want to please Shekr
>He roars in a mighty roar as he fills me with his love
>My dad walks in
>Sherk looks him straight in the eyes and says “It’s all ogre now.”
>Sherk leaves through my window
>Sherk is love. Shrek is life. arrow keys, and, space