My Colourful Artist

My Colourful Artist searched for a stretchman that they would often put on his head. This seems a fairly peculiar thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who assumed it would be miraculous. Who would have imagined, a stretchman is the item to choose.

My Colourful Artist searched for a set of lego that they liked to try to balance on their head. This seems an astonishing thought, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was fun. Who would have thought, a set of lego was the thing that was selected.

My Colourful Artist looked for a spade that they would often break. It should be a fairly curious idea, to my children, but not to the Artist, who expected that the idea was magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a spade would be the thing that was opted for.

My Colourful Artist carried a cheese grater that they would try to nail to the wall. This could be considered a new approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who thought it was wonderful. Who would have thought, a cheese grater would be the thing that was opted for.

My Colourful Artist desperately looked for a CD player to annihilate It is considered to be an exciting thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who assumed it was out of this world. Bizarrely, a CD player being the item selected.

My Colourful Artist desperately craved for a can of Tango that they liked to put up their bum. One might say this is an exciting thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who had decided that this idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a can of Tango being the thing selected.