Today’s Daily Prompt asks: Is being “normal” — whatever that means to you — a good thing, or a bad thing? Neither?
There once was a free-thinking man named Norm
Who loved being artistic in every form.
He dreamed and created many beautiful things
Like dresses made from pure butterfly wings.
The fluttering dresses so colorful and bright
Stunned the critics and shocked buyers on sight.
“These are ridiculous, they’ll never sell,”
Carped Louie Couture and Daisy La Belle.
“Norm’s no designer, he’s just a joke!
Why look at those monarchs stitched to that yoke!
Alert the press! Call CNN!
His career’s over before it begins!”
Soon the word spread, Norm’s dresses had failed.
Bronx cheers from Joan Rivers; Jon Stewart railed.
You’d think poor Norm would have changed his style—
“No, I really love this,” he said with a smile.
Then one fateful eve at the Grammys, I think
Clad all in butterflies, quite gossamer and pink
A Lady appeared to deliver a song
Wearing one of Norm’s dresses flowing and long.
She won the award and after the show
She stood for photos and looked all aglow.
“My dear, what do you call that smashing formal?”
She looked to the camera and said, “It’s Normal.”
Butterfly wings were soon on most dresses
And hats and shoes and even in tresses.
Soon there were knock-offs at Harrods and Macy’s
Butterfly frocks on each Sue, Jane and Stacy
“Normal” was normal, that’s all there was to it.
Except for Miss Patty who did cleverly ‘tuit
That changing whims and currents of fashion;
Were not where she placed her heart and her passion.
“I have my own thoughts and I’m going to write
What’s important to me, what brightens my light.
No matter if this is not mainstream and hip,
I write from my heart and I steer my own ship.”