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.