It’s time for this week’s Song Title Challenge.

Write a short piece of fiction, around 300 words, using the song title as your story title but don’t listen to the song. You can pick your own genre or use the one suggested to me. Remember to link back to this post so I can find yours.

If you would like to suggest a song title for a future post, you can do so from the challenge page. You can also leave a suggestion on the Facebook page.

This week’s song is Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, written by Richard and Robert Sherman for the Disney film, Mary Poppins, where it was performed by Julie Andrews and Dick van Dyke. The genre is Horror/Thriller. It was suggested by bumblepuppies.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

I was raised by a witch. Truly. My parents hired her as a governess for my sister and I when we were little. But she was a witch. How else do you explain that she slid up banisters or how she bewitched my father to hire her even though she had no references? And you should have seen how she offed the competition. Literally blew them away, before she came floating in on her umbrella. (And you thought I was going to say broomstick, didn’t you?)

She came into our home with one purpose and one purpose only: to destroy our loving father. From her first moment in the house she worked to turn us against him. My sister and I, yes, but also mother, the servants, even the directors at father’s bank. I’ve spent my whole life trying to fathom why, but to no avail.

In the end it was a word that did it. One glorious, terrible, nonsensical word. Super…super…supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Even as I say it I feel its power threatening to overwhelm my faculties. For that is what it does. One cannot say the word without being changed forever.

It drove father completely off his rocker. He ran to his bank and rather than begging for his job back gave the chairman a stroke. Scared them silly in fact. The next day they offered him a seat on the board. That’s when she left. Her plan had backfired.

But the adventures we had with her. I rode a merry-go-round horse in the derby, you know. I didn’t win, but it was great fun. And we flew up the chimney and danced with the chimney sweeps. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. What a wonderfully unique word. Makes me feel like anything’s possible.

Poppins, was her name. Mary Poppins. Capital woman. Taught me a magnificent word. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious…

Not a video of the song today, but rather a look at this beloved children’s tale from a different perspective…