Hello folks! I’m back again, and since I am too lazy to write up a book review this evening, I will post a poem I wrote a few months back.
I present to you, It’s Weird to be Normal
It’s Weird to be Normal
You know, there are two kinds of folks in this world,
Those who are normal and those who are weird.
(Though the weird make up the greater number,
Don’t ask me why, it’s some reason or other)
If you’re now trembling about being called weird,
Don’t worry, it’s not quite as bad as you feared.
We call people “weird” whose habits are odd,
Perhaps they wear stripes or go out with feet shod,
In sparkly pink sandals, or maybe they wear,
Bluebells and seashells in their hair!
(If you say that’s not like you,
Wait to see what I’m coming to!)
Some people read and some people write,
They do it all day (and they do it all night!)
Some people dance and others just whistle,
Instead of a houseplant, some keep a thistle!
Some have cameras “attatched to their head”!
(What do they do when they go to bed?)
But to myself I am not weird at all.
Not too short and not too tall,
And now I’ll tell a secret or two,
The only one you think is normal is you!
And now you can see why most people are crazy,
Whistling tunes or just being lazy.
What do you think?