Two houses down
Norman lived on our street
his hair was light brown
and his garden was very neat
but behind closed doors
Norman did his thing
when he finished his chores
he became a Rock & Roll King
He would sing, sing and sing
until we all went, 'ding a ling'
then the cops we would ring.
Then he moved to Peking
we can still hear him sing
Norman must have a good set of lungs! Once again clever Patricia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Norman can move in next to me, I wouldn't mind one bit. I'd get in there for a jive, too. Love, Fran xx