My Adorable Artist

My Adorable Artist craved for a teapot that they liked to worship. It was a curious operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea was amazing. Who would have imagined, a teapot of all things.

My Adorable Artist craved for a sponge to smash. It would have been a bizarre idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea is the most awesome idea. A sponge would be the item that was chosen.

My Adorable Artist desperately wanted a wig to rub on his belly. It should have been a fairly unusual exercise, to most, but not to the Artist, who thinks that this idea is sublime. Honestly, a wig would be the item that was opted for.

My Adorable Artist desired a pint of beer to demolish. It would be a fairly bizarre exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea is fun. A pint of beer was the chosen item.

My Adorable Artist often carried a pint of cider that they would often break. This seems a fairly astonishing action, to most, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was magnificent. Honestly, a pint of cider would be the thing that was opted for.

My Adorable Artist wanted a bottle of wine that they sometimes try to balance on their head. This seems a fairly curious activity, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who thinks that the idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a bottle of wine having that done to it