His Weary Artist

His Weary Artist desperately needed a crown to sit and look at. It might be a fairly bizarre approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who felt it would be simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown would be the thing that was chosen.

His Weary Artist desperately desired a porno magazine that they would sometimes rub on his belly. This is certainly a fairly weird undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who felt that the idea was spectacular. Strangely, a porno magazine would be the item that was opted for.

His Weary Artist desperately searched for a can of Dr Pepper that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. This is certainly an astonishing undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is epic. Remarkably, a can of Dr Pepper being the thing opted for.

His Weary Artist desperately wanted a pint of cider that they would sometimes share. This could be considered an unusual thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who expected that the idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a pint of cider was the thing that was opted for.

His Weary Artist had a ball that they would sometimes throw. This seems a weird and wonderful suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who expected that the idea was exciting. A ball is the thing to select.

His Weary Artist desperately needed a sponge that they liked to sit and look at. This is certainly a fairly weird and wonderful action, to my children, but not to the Artist, who expected that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a sponge was the item that was selected.