Wide Awake And Animated [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Wide awake and animated all day, happiness
is a Mary Poppins magic making time fly; I’m
polishing my translations for quality checking,
tackling an Arabic document, Arabian flavour

In my memory of Morning of the Goodness –
Morning of the Light: ‘Sabah alGeir - Sabah al
Nuur’, tried to sing ‘Salma ya Salaama’ with
Dalida, yet kept yodelling in the office kitchen

Contrast between Arabic pronunciation & Swiss
song is amusing & my yodelling is improving,
people fle when they see me; a colleague agreed
her clothes have to acclimatise just like mine

Hanlie danced her way through the day, June
attacked the administration, sent papers flying,
nothing better than a beehive happily occupied,
when Mimi broke into her loud monologue

I listened to Andre Rieu and orchestra playing
Ole Guapa, passion unleashed by music had me
gesticulating in explanation to invisible audience
how much a fictional she feels for a fictional him

The song added fuel to my zeal to accomplish
everything possible on a magical Friday while
expecting Mary Poppins to suddenly appear to
sing, yoledileDI-diyooo, yoledilediledi-YOO!

[ORIGINAL: ]

Happiness is a normal day filled with a Mary Poppins
magic, time flew, polishing my translations for quality
checking, tackled an Arabic Interpol message, wide
awake and animated from 7 to 3 in the afternoon

Arabian flavour in Morning of the Goodness - to be met
by Morning of the Light: ‘Sabah alGeir - Sabah alNuur’
played in my mind, tried to sing ‘Salma yaSalaamah’
with Dalida, yet kept yodelling in the office kitchen

Contrast between Arabic pronunciation & Swiss song
is amusing & my yodelling is improving - people flee
when they see me; a colleague agreed her clothes have
to acclimatise just like mine, only ready for wear after

Getting to know her well, Hanlie danced her way through
the day, June attacked the administration - papers flying,
nothing is better than a beehive happily occupied, when
Mimi broke into her loud monologue I just listened to

Andre Rieu and orchestra playing Ole Guapa, passion
unleashed by wonderful music had me gesticulating in
explanation to invisible audience how much a fictional
she feels for a fictional him adding fuel to my zeal

To accomplish everything possible on a magical Friday
expecting Mary Poppins to appear at any moment and
sing, yoledileDI-diyooo, yoledilediledi-YOO!