A loud splash in the night had scared Ida awake,

it gave her so big a fright she started to shake,

her face was stiff and white like frosting on a cake,

«Did a meteorite just crash into the lake‽»

 

Ida grabbed her raincoat and snuck out the door,

an old decrepit boat had washed up on the shore,

«How does it even float? this thing went through a war!

and someone left a note carved all along the floor»

 

«This looks like a joke, I need someone to explain,

If I read this I will choke, it's hurting my brain,

I wonder if they spoke this way, it's so arcane!

or maybe someone had a stroke and went insane»

 

must have been some kind of spell
as far as she could tell
the tolling of a bell
down to hell