The Sad Tale Of Poor Paranormal Paul

Poor old paranormal Paul

He never really slept at all

Dreams of ghosts and the living dead

Was all that swirled around old Pauls head.

He spend his final crazy days 

Just standing by old eerie graves

For just a glimpse of something scary

The truth was poor old Paul's a fairy.

Soon as twilight would start to come 

Poor old Paul would start to run

His paranormal spooky hobby

Took it's toll on his old body.

He'd read about the spirit world when he was all alone

He swore that he had evil residing in his home

With no-one there he could ever call

Would cause the end of para Paul.

Shadows, noise and of course the dark

With Paul it left a lasting mark

The scary tales in every breath

Old Paul just scared himself to death.