A snowstorm hit Vancouver Island just as it did on the mainland. All night long – isn’t that a song? Anyway, here’s a poem about Norm:
I met a man by the name, Norm
At the time of a big snow storm
He is 66 and has no legs
But substitute bionic pegs
He is no scholar like Socrates/Plato
And explained he became a couch potato
He’d been clicking the one-eyed monster
Switching channels, faster and faster
His sedentary roll made him quite fat
With 380 pounds all under his hat
One day he got electr