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Mistake

Dancing nude, upon the sod,
He raised his arms, and screamed “I'm God!”
Onlookers watched, as men in white,
Carried him off, into the night.

Behind some of, the eyes that viewed,
judgment was passed, from perceptions skewed.
“Blasphemy! Heresy! Demon possessed!”
Were some of the causes, that so were assessed.

“Pray for him, may he see the light.”
A symbolic gesture, a ritual rite.
The shadows all danced with ethereal glee,
as the faithful fell prostrate, to offer this plea.

Down at the clinic, the man was observed,
and with poking and prodding, were the doctors unnerved.
There wasn't a problem, no malady found.
They couldn't see how his mind was unsound.

For to every question they asked,
he answered with truth, and their mysteries unmasked.
There wasn't a mark, on his blemish free skin.
The x-rays revealed, no troubles within.

It wasn't too long, before it was clear,
this man was not crazy, nor was he to fear.
When the detectives went back, to where he was found,
his clothes and his wallet, were there on the ground.

They had a good laugh, and took it all back,
humor to share with the good doctor Black.
His belongings were found, under the sign,
right next to an unopened bottle of wine.

In his shirt pocket, a note they did find,
which confirmed that the man was not out of his mind.
It said, “If you love me, then all you will bare,
then scream out your name, so I'll know that you're there.”

A simple mistake, a case of just where,
which caused the commotion, and people to stare.
At the outskirts of town, by the river you see,
Was a beach where the nudists, with nature could be.

That parks name was “C. hair”, a pun of a sort,
and the misunderstanding caused the doctor to snort.
In the park in the town, at the center of the square,
sat a great monument, a humongous red chair.

Misreading directions on his way to the town,
caused people who lived there to think him a clown.
He wasn't some heretic nude on the sod,
Just a hopeless romantic, named Robert. B. Gaud.
 

Geoff-Allen

Resident megalomaniac
All I can do is "like" your post - there should be an option to love it - "like" is so luke-warm dontcha think :)

We had better stop posting all these poems - don't really want to hog the forum!
 

David1967

Well-Known Member
Premium Member
Dancing nude, upon the sod,
He raised his arms, and screamed “I'm God!”
Onlookers watched, as men in white,
Carried him off, into the night.

Behind some of, the eyes that viewed,
judgment was passed, from perceptions skewed.
“Blasphemy! Heresy! Demon possessed!”
Were some of the causes, that so were assessed.

“Pray for him, may he see the light.”
A symbolic gesture, a ritual rite.
The shadows all danced with ethereal glee,
as the faithful fell prostrate, to offer this plea.

Down at the clinic, the man was observed,
and with poking and prodding, were the doctors unnerved.
There wasn't a problem, no malady found.
They couldn't see how his mind was unsound.

For to every question they asked,
he answered with truth, and their mysteries unmasked.
There wasn't a mark, on his blemish free skin.
The x-rays revealed, no troubles within.

It wasn't too long, before it was clear,
this man was not crazy, nor was he to fear.
When the detectives went back, to where he was found,
his clothes and his wallet, were there on the ground.

They had a good laugh, and took it all back,
humor to share with the good doctor Black.
His belongings were found, under the sign,
right next to an unopened bottle of wine.

In his shirt pocket, a note they did find,
which confirmed that the man was not out of his mind.
It said, “If you love me, then all you will bare,
then scream out your name, so I'll know that you're there.”

A simple mistake, a case of just where,
which caused the commotion, and people to stare.
At the outskirts of town, by the river you see,
Was a beach where the nudists, with nature could be.

That parks name was “C. hair”, a pun of a sort,
and the misunderstanding caused the doctor to snort.
In the park in the town, at the center of the square,
sat a great monument, a humongous red chair.

Misreading directions on his way to the town,
caused people who lived there to think him a clown.
He wasn't some heretic nude on the sod,
Just a hopeless romantic, named Robert. B. Gaud.

Outstanding! I'm with Geoff on this one. I wish there was an option to love it. :)
 
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