My Retarded Artist

My Retarded Artist had a sword that they sometimes eat. It is an odd exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who thought it would be epic. Who would have imagined, a sword would be the thing that was selected.

My Retarded Artist desperately craved for a tomato to insert somewhere. One might say this is a fairly peculiar approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who felt that it was in fact, wonderful. Who would have imagined, a tomato is the thing to select.

My Retarded Artist desperately looked for a cheese grater that they would sometimes play with. It was a bizarre idea, to many, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea is out of this world. Remarkably, a cheese grater was the chosen item.

My Retarded Artist desperately wanted a chocolate bar that they would hug. One might consider this to be an exciting operation, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was wonderous. A chocolate bar having that done to it

My Retarded Artist always carried a melon that they liked to insert somewhere. This could be considered a fairly odd exercise, to my children, but not to the Artist, who considered that this idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a melon was the item that was opted for.

My Retarded Artist always had with them a teapot that they liked to share. One might consider this to be a fairly new exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who assumed that the idea was miraculous. Bizarrely, a teapot of all things.