M

is for Michael and Mary Poppins. They are coming home from the Market with Meat and Marmalade.

“Just a Minute,” says Mary Poppins. “The Mousetrap is Missing. How Mysterious!”

The Park Keeper, Mowing the lawns, picks up a Metal object. He is about to Mention it when who should March past but the Lord Mayor. He eyes the Park Keeper Moodily. “How Many times have I said. My Man, you Must Manage to be More Methodical? No Mess Must be Made in the public park. Put that Mousetrap in the Municipal litter basket.”

“But, Milord, I Meant to give it—”

“Don’t Mumble and Mutter,” says the Lord Mayor. “Be Mindful and don’t Make such a Mistake again. Ah. My dear Miss Mary Poppins! What Mild weather for the Middle of May!” And. bowing in a Majestic Manner, he Meanders on his way.

“Mine. I think,” Murmurs Mary Poppins, putting out her hand for the Mousetrap.

“It was you that Mislaid it,” says the Park Keeper, “and Me that has to face the Music.”

“Meet Misfortune Manfully,” she says with a Modest smile.

And she and Michael and the Mousetrap go home for the Midday Meal.