My Curious Artist

My Curious Artist wanted a sword that they liked to throw. This is certainly an original approach to life, to most, but not to the Artist, who thinks it was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a sword is the thing that was chosen.

My Curious Artist desperately wanted a cucumber that they liked to put down their trousers. This seems to be a fairly exciting approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who had decided it would be epic. Bizarrely, a cucumber is the thing to select.

My Curious Artist always had with them a bag of poop that they would embrace. It might be a different idea, to me, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was magnificent. A bag of poop being the thing selected.

My Curious Artist craved for a bat that they sometimes break. It was considered to be a surprising undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who feels it would be stunning. Honestly, a bat is the thing that was chosen.

My Curious Artist desperately needed a sponge that they liked to break. This is certainly a fairly original action, to some, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, awesome. Honestly, a sponge is the thing to choose.

My Curious Artist searched for a radiator to share. One might say this is a fairly different operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who expected it would be wonderous. Who would have thought, a radiator would be the item that was chosen.