Once I knew an interestingly unique young college professor of mighty intellectual capacity
who always pondered and who's name was norma
She was a ponderer for hours on end she'd ponder
on and on on trivial matters which was quite abnormal
At the school she sits so abnormally
still in front of her window pensively thinking thinking in her dorm
with her usual ways of eccentricities
One day when I went to her dorm
She greeted me cheerily, "Hello alexander."
She smiled and smiled while staying so still and patient, quite contrary to my storm
like temper while ansering my questions as I questioned her on the harth rug by the fireside getting warm
Then suddenly to one of my deeper questions she answered, "normal, what is normal."
She asked me thoughtfully with much complexity
"Why must we follow patterns and be like the norm.
"What's so wrong with being a thinker
"Yet one is treated so unwelcomely if one does not follow the norm
"I seen hatred for race, religion, and other things, but nothing as vigorous as abnormal intellectuality.
"It is so wrong to be abnormal.
"What's so wrong with eccentricities
To be average and normal
In terms of common popular norms
They make the most mistakes and commit the most troubles as the herder will someday be the sufferers.
They copy and copy and copy and will never cease to copy off one another all of which near the same norm
copy copy copying that's all they are warm
for, in the world of normal norms."
many decades past with many eccentricities
Norma wrote a book and got to be a ripe elder
She lived and lived past the normal
age to abnormal
years, at a hundred and ten one morning norma
Passed from the living world it's such a pity
to once again see all norm
and not to see ideas from her, but yet again the sadder and gloomier
thing was no one recognized norma
They are bound to being normal
and only remember their norms
And the people who live amongst it, but to not remember the thinker and the ponderer who had slight eccentricities
they say so tonelessly that they do not remember
Yet again they wonder which norma
I am speaking of and so normally
they say, "No, I don't know, who's this gal norma."