The Devil wears pink pyjamas
And boxer shorts with love hearts
He sleeps with a worn out blanket
With which he never parts

And when he goes to bed
Inside a racing car
He must know that his beloved pitch fork
Isn’t very far

His mummy has to tuck him in
At the end of every day
For it was she who bought his pyjamas
Once for his birthday

He’s quite old now the Devil is
But still he acts like a child
Even though it is his job
To be all evil and wild

Why he still acts like this
He really isn’t sure
But most bullies are the same
In short: they’re insecure.

The Devil Wears Pink Pajamas - A short funny poem about what beelzebub wears to bed.