The Nutter

In the square of a nearby town

There stands a man; the local clown.

When from the Bible he begins to utter,

He’s called many things; but mainly nutter.

On shopping days when edging by

It doesn’t pay to catch his eye;

‘You Sir, Madam, have you heard?

Come rest a while and hear His word.’

In the beginning he then begins

Nailing you with a manic grin.

The Lord created all you see;

Surely Sir, you must agree?

Six days He worked without a rest,

He made us all; we should feel blessed.

And on, and on, and on he goes.

Your eyelids droop, your boredom grows.

You drift away through time and space,

You're somewhere else, another place.

You settle back, you've lost desire,

And now he's somewhere near Isaiah.

You have to go, you've made it clear,

You're sinking fast and need a beer.

You're ready to give a small donation

When glory be; he's at Revelation.

In the square of a nearby town

There stands a man; the local clown.

When from the Bible he begins to utter,

He’s called many things; but mainly nutter.

‘You Sir, Madam, have you heard?

Come rest a while and hear His word.’

And now the truth has set me free

The nutter that you clearly see - is me.