Please post your favorite limerick for us to read.
The Golden Rule: Now, I know that some limericks use, er, unsavory language, so here's the rule. If your favorite limerick uses any of George Carlin's famous "Seven Words You Can't Say on Television" -- or any other words that might make your grandmother blush, mask some of the letters with other characters, like @$$#%. This will help keep the cache page suitable for all cachers.
(If you don't, I'll have to delete your log. I'd really prefer not to, so stick to the rule, please.)
Here is the first limerick I ever heard. It's been one of my favorites ever since.
There was an old lady from Clyde
who ate forty green apples and died.
The apples fermented
inside the lamented
and made cider inside her insides.
You are looking for a camouflaged 2" diameter x 4" pill bottle, which was originally stocked with a log book, a pencil, and a few kid-friendly trade items. After you've found it, pause a moment and enjoy the view of Maple Grove Reservoir.
Extra Kudos if you compose an original limerick of your own. If you do, please tell us, so we can give you a tip o' the hat. Here are some limerick writing instructions.
NOTE: If you bring little kids to this cache, watch them carefully. There's an irrigation canal nearby.