She Did Not Seem All There

By the way that she spoke and the things that she said
I did feel she was not that right in the head
I could not get a word in as she did talk non stop
I did feel she was a bit over the top.

She said she saw Christ sitting by a big tree
And blood drip from the wounds in his hands she did see
And she laughed when she told me he did smile at me
As i pondered on her poor grasp of reality.

She went on i saw Caesar on a black steed
And he looked a very great warrior indeed
With his war armour on he gave his battle cry
As he galloped his horse to the woodland nearby.

She told me that she had tea with Joan of Arc
In the little cafe by the lake in the park
A woman too great even for a great king
She promised from Paris for to give me a ring.

In her mid to late twenties with brown eyes and brown hair
She never stops talking though one of beauty rare
But by her subject matter i became aware
That she could do with help she did not seem all there.