I’m going to be a poet when I grow up.

Mrs Glossia said you have to practise, practise, practise if you want to be really good at something so I’ve started already.

This is a poem I wrote about being the wicked stepmother in Cinderella Saturday (that’s a story in Harriet Bright in a Pickle). It’s called:

Dishwasher blues by Harriet Bright

Wash the dishes, dry the dishes, scrub those floors.

You’ve only done 3 of your 101 chores.

Don’t stand there idly, dreaming of a prince.

My hair’s all soapy and ready for a rinse.

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Favourite words:

Poets have lots of favourite words. I write down all my favourite words in a notebook so I’ll never, ever be lost for words.

Mrs Glossia said that words don’t have to be big to have big meanings.

I think I know what she means.

This is my favourite word right now:
nixie

It’s a letter or parcel that isn’t delivered because the postman can’t read the address. I love getting parcels so I hope I NEVER have a nixie (I wonder if there are pixies involved somehow, somewhere …)

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