Norman Is An Island Poem by Richard Lee

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!