The Lucky Artist

The Lucky Artist always carried a piece of paper to play with. One might find this to be a fairly different proposal, to me, but not to the Artist, who thinks it would be out of this world. Strangely, a piece of paper was the thing that was selected.

The Lucky Artist had a cheese grater that they sometimes try to balance on their head. This is certainly an original idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, amazing. Honestly, a cheese grater being the item selected.

The Lucky Artist carried a custard pie that they would occasionally put on his head. This might appear to be a fairly extraordinary exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea is miraculous. A custard pie of all things.

The Lucky Artist wanted a stapler to throw. It might be a fairly new undertaking, to my children, but not to the Artist, who expected that the idea was sublime. Strangely, a stapler is the item to select.

The Lucky Artist desperately searched for a bottle of beer that they would often put up their bum. This is certainly a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a bottle of beer was the chosen item.

The Lucky Artist had a piece of paper that they would insert somewhere. It should have been a peculiar suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who expected it was amazing. Honestly, a piece of paper being the item selected.