The Weary Artist

The Weary Artist always had with them a pencil sharpener that they liked to experiment on. It might be a fairly unusual undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a pencil sharpener was the chosen item.

The Weary Artist craved for a custard pie that they would occasionally experiment on. It would have been a somewhat surprising undertaking, to my children, but not to the Artist, who had decided it was awe-inspring. Strangely, a custard pie is the thing that was chosen.

The Weary Artist carried a rubber chicken that they sometimes worship. It might be an original action, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was amazing. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken is the item to choose.

The Weary Artist desperately wanted a mug to drop. It should be a fairly surprising exercise, to my children, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a mug is the thing to opt for.

The Weary Artist desperately desired a can of Tango that they would rub on his belly. This seems to be a weird activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who had decided that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a can of Tango would be the item that was chosen.

The Weary Artist desired a stapler that they would sometimes embrace. This seems a curious suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea is wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a stapler would be the thing that was chosen.