The Angry Artist

The Angry Artist always had with them a can of Tango that they would often sit and look at. It should have been a fairly new proposal, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who thinks that the idea was entertaining. A can of Tango would be the item chosen.

The Angry Artist desperately wanted a cup that they would sometimes put on his head. It would be a fairly exciting exercise, to most, but not to the Artist, who thinks that this idea is epic. Honestly, a cup would be the item that was selected.

The Angry Artist desperately needed a spade that they would sometimes drop. It should have been a fairly peculiar thing to do, to me, but not to the Artist, who felt that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have imagined, a spade is the thing to choose.

The Angry Artist found a bag of flour that they would sometimes put up their bum. This might appear to be a weird activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who considered that it was in fact, out of this world. Strangely, a bag of flour is the item that was chosen.

The Angry Artist craved for a big sponge that they would sometimes drop. It would be a fairly odd undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea is wonderful. Who would have imagined, a big sponge would be the thing that was selected.

The Angry Artist always kept a tomato to smash. It might be a funny suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who thought that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. A tomato of all things.