Norma: A Savvy Poem



I prefer not to be called Norma,

in that I am not, to you, normal.

My normalities, it’s true, are your abnormalities,

which means that I am not, in truth, normal – to you!

To me, though, to be abnormal – to you – is to be my kind of normal.

And my kind of normal, as you well know, is more than worth getting up for.

Because your normal is – well and truly – abnormal to me.

My norm, my dearest Norma, is – in all its honesty and truthfulness – a complete and total aberration.

An anomaly.

An anomaly that is the normality that is the truth that is



Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019





Image by Lolame from Pixabay

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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