Norman Poem by David Darbyshire
Norman
Two houses down
Norman lived on our street
his hair was light brown
and his garden was very neat
but behind closed doors
Norman did his thing
when he finished his chores
he became a Rock & Roll King
He would sing, sing and sing
until we all went, 'ding a ling'
then the cops we would ring.
Then he moved to Peking
we can still hear him sing
Norman must have a good set of lungs! Once again clever Patricia
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4/19/2024 11:25:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Norman can move in next to me, I wouldn't mind one bit. I'd get in there for a jive, too. Love, Fran xx