Nut Job

An evil genius plans at night,
His maniacal face barely showing next to the fire’s light.

He scratches his imaginary goatee as he concocts his dreadful scheme,
While his innocent victims sleep, caught up in a dream.

The evil jester lurks in the woods searching for his prey,
His unstable psyche barely at bay.

He finds the secret stash under some rocks at the foot of a tree.
The bronze spheres were under lock and key.

As he stepped on the big red “X”, an anvil from above came crashing down.
Then the acorns exclaimed, “Take that, you evil clown!”

What an odd poem, some of you may say, but...
Who is the bigger nut?
--Gavin M., 11