The Pea Man

The pea man works in a tucked away nook,

Where no-one goes and no-one looks.

If you get too close his breath is peaty,

He is, to be honest, rather creepy.

Those that have seen him think he’s a vision,

If they ever speak out they are met with derision.

His pupils are green and his eyelashes grassy,

If you try to make small talk he gets a bit arsey.

He never wears blue as it clashs with his hair,

I think he is probably not quite all there.

He rolls through time making plans and plots,

I think he’s there but he says I’m not.