Norman is an island

His beach is quite like skin

It’s tougher when the tide goes out

But when it’s in it’s thin

So twice a day he’s sensitive

As deep as calm blue water

But in between he’s quite a clod

Although by no means shorter

Whenever Norman’s visited

The folk sit on his belly

This obviously won’t diminish him

Unless the folk are smelly

The ones that stay become his friends

They’re welcomed with a smile

The smelly ones are kicked off fast

As Norman thinks they’re vile

While folks that stay trek half a mile

To Normans chiming nose

Some may just fall beside the way

For those Norms’ nose bell tolls

So if you think you’re all alone

And separate from what’s real

Just stick your fingers in your ears

You’ll never hear the peal

Remember you are still alive

Just be content with that

The island life is fraught with strife

And probably makes you fat

Richard Lee April 2008