The Windmill on the Hill (poem)

I was running on a hill,

When I saw a windmill.

The windmill was big,

And it was wearing a purple wig!

Then suddenly it started to talk,

And before I could blink, it started to walk!

I pinched myself to see if it was true,

Yes, it was as true as the sky was blue.

We talked together for many hours,

We talked about our favourite cars;

We finished talking when it was dusk,

Then I ran home and had tea and rusk!

~ Anoushka Sabnis