There once was a cacher name
Wirtz,
Beat the bushes, No Smiley, "It Hurts!"
She then phones a friend,
And goes searching again,
"I hate DNF's," she blurts.
Headed out for a really tough
cache
After attending a local bash.
She raced to the scene,
Feeling plucky and keen.
No Smiley, but chiggers and rash.
Across hill and trail she
lumbers,
Not counted amongst the mumblers.
She caches with zest,
Gpsr' on her chest,
It's really 'all about the numbers.'
Once just a slobbering
muggle,
A new passion now she must juggle.
She's a caching machine,
Since crashing the scene,
Wirtz merits a tri-state group huggle.
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