First it was aliens and now treasure at my sea. The cat does get stuck on one topic for a while when digging into history. Just blame Brian for that. He started it all with his asking for it at the dVerse mat.
Lies a place where many chew the fat.
Not that of my viking woman though,
She is a one cat show.
Anyway, they yap about the treasure,
One that no one can measure.
That is hidden on Oak Island somewhere,
It is oh so rare.
Every ten feet there is a trap.
And many have really died taking such a lap.
A tablet was said to show,
But now is lost to times flow.
There it was supposed to say,
"Forty feet below, two million pounds is buried." in its display.
That would be worth a ton now,
Enough to make me a royal meow.
The treasure itself though,
No one seems to know.
But many search for its glow,
Far down below.
Captian Kidd and Blackbeard both went by there.
So some say one of their treasures is in some hidden lair.
Others say that the pit was dug by the French,
Judging by the complexity and the type of wrench.
Meaning the treasure of the Fortress of Louisbourg is there.
That would be worth a hefty fare.
The jewels of Marie Antoinette also are said to reside down under.
As the french navy assisted her so she avoided plunder.
Freemasonary symbols were also said to be found,
Somewhere as they dug in the ground.
Making one think it is a sacred treasure,
With value that none can measure.
Published works go back as far as 1863,
So something has to be there under the sea.
Or maybe it was just some long lost well.
Or the gateway to Hell.
That is a bit out there,
I made that last one up at my lair.
But some even say it could house the holy grail.
Theories come in like hail.
Maybe one day we will finally know.
Should the treasure give of a glow.
Until then I guess the theories will fly.
Like the gateway to Hell made up at my sky.
Doesn't that make you want to go and dig? You could find some dough and dance a jig. Or die trying which many have done as the greed was flying. Never visited there myself. Knowing my luck I'd find an annoying elf, who would follow me all day. That just would not do at my bay. So another history lesson has come to pass, thanks to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.