I want to be like Mary Poppins,
Practically perfect in every way,
I'd have a cool umbrella to lift me up, up and away!
And in my magic handbag,
I could carry EVERYTHING around!
And make whatever I like hover off the ground.
I could sing a song whenever I felt,
And make up silly words,
I'd win imaginary horse races and talk to all the birds.
If only I was Mary Poppins life would be just fabulous,
And I would get to say this word each day:
Supercalerfragerlisticexpilaidosious!!
by vera©
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"Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections."
She's painting skies. And kissing butterflies. She's dancing on the moon. And wishing on dandelions. She's letting the wind ripple through her hair. She's running in creeks. She's trying to fly.
*This was my first published poem when I was in year 5 and I thought I'd share it with you* When I'm an old woman I would wear pink with a purple hat. I'll eat pizza for dinner everyday.
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