Jousting Jester's Abby
The little servant upon the motley colored stead riding the ironic militant donkey
Lowering the wit a marotte lance raising the shield a stone of scone doughnut
Life without Jesus at the picadilly circus devastating Hell
Penning the tale upon the Joker Henry the eighth I am not
The gig from minstrels to jesters something cultural feasters Paying tribute to an evasion loss of self expression gilded by the paid troubadours
Licensed fools itching the aristocratic ears per king
Scraping skat man enters byways to plead loose the blue collar chains
Buskers beware disclaimer the governor shaking the monkey stick
A bag of wind blows across the country side if your not mad as the hatter
Because you separated from the double think I think Jesus is the only way
Evangels preaching the messiah's return as he wills hallelujah No fear of lashes because the king and minions ego’s needed to let go
For refusing to skim truth for the end is near pop a good bottler's grip
Spongers would you where like me except for these jingle bells
Pitch within and without the truth is free looking out of place like a football bat
Walking naked without fig leaves gathering to the end washed in blood of the lamb
As seen on TV blue wigs graced with John three sixteen so is God’s love to them that parish
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010
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