Paisley Man
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
Tags: drawing, grace, man, MIND EYES SEEN ART, orange, paisley, poem, tan, yang
November 29th, 2009 at 10:18 pm
Based on my knowledge of prepubescent Grace, this is a totally Grace poem. You write the same as in 5th grade and in this case THAT IS A COMPLIMENT.
- Lauren