Her Green Artist

Her Green Artist desperately desired a block of cheese that they liked to sleep with. One might find this to be a funny exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who had decided it was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a block of cheese would be the thing that was selected.

Her Green Artist often carried a crown to put on his head. It would be an extraordinary proposal, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a crown being the thing opted for.

Her Green Artist desperately wanted a stapler that they would eat. It might be a fairly astonishing suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who thought it was amazing. Strangely, a stapler was the thing that was chosen.

Her Green Artist always had with them a stretchman that they would occasionally insert somewhere. This seems to be a fairly extraordinary undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who thought that it was in fact, epic. Remarkably, a stretchman was the item that was chosen.

Her Green Artist desperately wanted a pen that they would occasionally cuddle. This seems a fairly extraordinary suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who thinks that the idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a pen being the thing opted for.

Her Green Artist carried a pint of beer that they would occasionally rub on his belly. One might say this is a weird idea, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who feels that this idea is epic. A pint of beer being the chosen thing.