My Weary Artist

My Weary Artist looked for a hat that they would experiment on. One might say this is a weird activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who considered that it was in fact, awesome. Who would have thought, a hat was the chosen item.

My Weary Artist looked for a sack of potatoes that they liked to rub on his belly. It would have been a weird and wonderful undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who thinks it was fun. Who would have imagined, a sack of potatoes was the item that was opted for.

My Weary Artist looked for a sponge that they would often sleep with. It would be an unusual exercise, to my children, but not to the Artist, who assumed that the idea was spectacular. A sponge was the item that was selected.

My Weary Artist had a big sponge that they would sometimes rub on his belly. One might say this is an astonishing undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who thought it was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a big sponge is the thing to choose.

My Weary Artist wanted a vibrator that they would often put on his head. It is a fairly weird exercise, to most, but not to the Artist, who considered that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have imagined, a vibrator would be the item that was opted for.

My Weary Artist owned a bottle of beer that they would occasionally cuddle. It was a fairly surprising approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who felt it would be fun. Strangely, a bottle of beer is the thing that was chosen.