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