Now, some of you may not believe in the power of the car boot sale. However, as you may know, I am rather fond of harnessing this power every now again. You may not believe that items purchased at a car boot sale can change the course of your life forever. I have evidence to the contrary, and I believe that you will be convinced of the validity of my claims after reading the following item of literary genius. Recall my recent bargain buy of Pictionary for a small amount of money that I can't at this moment remember. While preparing for my first use of said game last night, we happened upon a small, red "Handy Tablet" notepad containing poetry of the highest standard, which touched all of our lives. Read it for yourselves. We (of the Cov Mansion household) named it "Musings on Mice":
Musings on Mice
I fingk mice are rather nice.
Their teyols are long. Ther fesus are small. They havnt eny chins at all. Ther erys are punk. Ther teeyth are white. They runabawt the house. They niboy fings they shed taoch (?) and no one sems to like them.
But I thingk mice are nice.
(Anon)
Judging from the language, I think it may be from Olde England and probably worth an absolute fortune. I'm off to Christie's to cash in on my fortunes.
1 comments:
I am a mysterious art dealer and I would like to offer £34,000.86 for this incredible work of art. The question as to whether mice have chins has plagued academics for generations, and while this does not entirely solve the riddle it could lead to a major break-through. Musings on mice is the best thing ever. Ever.
Mysterious A. Dealer
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