Jesus Wants You!


Jesus Wants You! 


He forced the door and entered, stepping over shards of glass, 

to effortlessly melt into the chamber’s darkened mass. 

And, as his torchlight searched for ‘victim-drawers’ to rifle through, 

out of darkness, rasped a voice; “Jesus is watching you.” 


He froze - was someone in the room inviting conversation? 

Or maybe he was hearing things (or his imagination). 

He shrugged it off, to focus on the deeds that burglars do. 

Until, again those warning words; “Jesus is watching you.” 


“Enough!” he hissed “Your silly games will have me in a rage." 

As random thrusts of ‘torch-beam’ fell upon a metal cage. 

A parrot, sitting on a perch (his feathers blue and bright), 

repeated “Jesus is watching you!” and blinked towards the light.  


In pure relief, the robber crowed “Well, who’s a pretty boy?” 

(His fear and stress a memory - his heart now filled with joy!) 

“So, what’s your name?” the felon smiled, with confidence anew. 

The parrot - much to his surprise – replied, “Bartholomew.” 


"A stupid name to give a bird!” the burglar mocked aloud. 

“You’d think they’d call you ‘Polly’ or a name to make you proud. 

Which fool”, he scoffed, “believed Bartholomew’s a name that pleases?” 

The parrot squawked “The fool who also named the Rottweiler, ‘Jesus’!”


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John Andrew Nield

Sat 15th Jun 2019 21:41

Thanks so much for that, Devon. I've probably drunk pint after pint in order to write half my stuff! ?

Devon Brock

Sat 15th Jun 2019 21:18

Such a storyteller. I could drink pint after pint listening to you tell these tales

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John Andrew Nield

Sat 15th Jun 2019 21:12

Thanks for that, Wayne. I've just caught up on some of your stuff and really enjoyed 'Coco the Clown' which, as you'll now have probably guessed, is 'right up my street' ! Well done!

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Wayne McLellan

Sat 15th Jun 2019 20:02

You are a great narrative poet John and I love your sense of humour...?

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