
The Paisley Man,
Paisley Man,
Loves to tan,
So much that he turns orange.
The UV Rays
Make him gay
And turn his porridge to porr-ange.
Poor Paisley Man,
His two non-eyes,
Broken from too much tokin’,
But still beware!
His paisley stare,
Will haunt you ’til you’re croakin’.
<3
Gracieee