I've done quite a lot of things,
Considered worthy of this list,
I've ridden in hot-air balloons,
So high I'm shrouded in the mist.
I've travelled the world- or most of it,
And been on ferry boats,
I've road-tripped round Australia,
And worn Parisian coats.
I'm lucky that I've done all this,
I appreciate I am,
From out-there Cypriot plate-dancing,
To mundanity like holding a lamb.
I live deep in the countryside,
I see wealth every single day,
But I'm well aware I've missed things out:
So before I die, I may:
Ride a big, grey elephant,
Visit Prague one day,
Turn my French to fluency,
So I'll know how to say...
Have one whole day in a library,
With nothing but the books,
May sound boring, not to me!
Can't wait to get my hooks...
Write a novel and have it seen,
Published would be the best,
Make a treehouse by myself,
That would be a test...
Be an actress might be one,
Depends on my exams,
Learn a proper magic trick,
Without saying 'Alekazam'...
Snuggle in a king size bed,
With my sister next to me,
And manage a proper, full night's sleep,
Sleep-talk and snore-free...
Buy my parents presents,
And gift my siblings too,
Hold an Opussian convention,
Where I could meet YOU.
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