the real Mary Poppins had a miserable sort of existence
While the sparkling Disney castle
A fascade to cover dark days
Some stagger through miserable lifetimes
Like ill, affected cattle with blinded, blunted brains.
To be a play
A enchanted quill holding magic decade ink
That draws broken years back into spotted feather filters
Erases errant ways
Rewrites a discordant score
Makes it all come out
Our governances all kind, sweet, full of sugar
No warts, no gruel, nor barley water
With life’s nursery spotless
Dancing within chalk drawings.
laughter and hot teacups rising us to rooftops.
Spellbinding words change
cold, embittered straw bosses.
Only chimney sweeps shake our hands.
Our tupence fed birds sated
Our kites soaring
.with gold Helevetica font credits
With gratitude to my muse, who knows who she is