The Nervous Artist

The Nervous Artist had a stapler that they would occasionally share. It was considered to be a fairly bizarre thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who thinks that this idea was amazing. Who would have imagined, a stapler being the chosen item.

The Nervous Artist carried a custard pie that they liked to put on his head. It might have been a weird suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who had decided it would be out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie would be the thing that was opted for.

The Nervous Artist looked for a crown that they would occasionally sleep with. This seems to be an odd undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who assumed that it was in fact, amazing. Honestly, a crown would be the thing that was opted for.

The Nervous Artist looked for a sponge that they would hug. This could be considered a fairly funny activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is out of this world. Strangely, a sponge being the thing opted for.

The Nervous Artist desperately needed a sack of potatoes that they sometimes demolish. It is a fairly curious suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who felt that the idea was wonderful. Strangely, a sack of potatoes having that done to it

The Nervous Artist always carried a can of Tango that they would sometimes put up their bum. It might have been a fairly odd undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who considered that it was in fact, epic. Bizarrely, a can of Tango was the thing that was opted for.