There once was a troll named Ray
It was clear to all, that Ray was gay

He is a big wimp
Both his wrists are limp

He has a big head, he has a big mouth
But when push comes to shove, his courage goes south

His ***** is such a load
It has it's own zip code

He acts so mellow
His belly and spine are both yellow

The end is near
Ray knows he's a queer

I wish I may
I wish I might
His boyfriend says, his ***** is so tight

He hasn't a chance
Couldn't find his ***** with both hands in his pants

His para-ape theory is such a bore
Ray doesn't care cause his ***** is still sore

Evidence said he?
Where can it be?

Any real evidence cuts to the quick
Ray doesn't care, he'd rather have *****

Prove it, we say, you're on the clock
Stop fooling around, spit out that *****

He thinks he's so bad
He thinks he's so mean
Don't look now, he's a cocksucking machine

And when his strength
Failed him at length

Skywise, said he
You are superior to me

They filter my addy to hide my pen
But the para-fool poet has struck again