What is normal, I ask of you?
Why does everyone aspire, of this, to do?
Why can’t they stop and think again?
Then reject normality, both women and men.
Why do they follow, like cattle do?
I am sure they know it, know that it’s true.
Perhaps acting, so, gives them peace of mind,
Or perhaps it lessens the daily grind,
Pain, however, MUST be met head on,
By doing so we can then move on.
Posted on November 25, 2013, in children's stories, david walliams, humour, poems, rhyme stew, Stories for children and tagged children, kids, life, peom, roald dahl, the new roal. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.