I swear that during my early French lessons in high school I
was taught that silly old rhyme:
La plume de ma tante
Est dans le jardin de mon oncle
It confused me a little. I remember wondering why my aunt’s pen would be in my uncle’s garden, and I imagined several scenarios to explain it (I was only 11, don't forget.) Only recently did I discover that the rhyme actually runs:
La plume de ma tante
Est sur le bureau de mon oncle
Ah, so now we know. It’s still pretty damn silly, but at least it is now rationally so. (And should I be taking life this seriously anyway?)
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