Treasure Hunting. Poem by Konstantin Ananin

- We should talk, in private.
- Why such mystery?
- I did
Not get you on the phone
Last night and had to go
Alone.
- Where?
- To buy
This map. Now it’s mine!
A treasure was hidden in
This cave in 1017.
- What? The times of the Saxons?
- Yes, they could hide…
- The Normans
Got at it.
- If they’d had
This invaluable map,
They could.
- So, you have got
The map that must cost a lot
Of money!
- Ye-e-s.
- Ethelred
Or somebody else hid that
Treasure, and we’ll find it.
Pooh! Somebody could kid
You around.
- Why do you
Think so?
- Look! The map’s new!