A cache near here, now disappeared.
A thing that I have always feared.
To fix that loss it’s now the time.
But now I need a brand new rhyme.
Across the street there is a sign.
It has EIGHT sides, yes EIGHT, not NINE.
Find FOUR signs more if you look hard.
But FOUR sides each, in no one’s yard.
From these FIVE shapes create a “T.”
The leg of which heads north—you’ll see!!
Go to where you can no more.
Then step behind — “right” off the “floor.”
It’s hanging on, it's no big deal.
Now sign your name, now show your zeal.
Jump up and down, express your glee.
A find for you — now history!
Alas below exists the verse,
That once was writ, but seems less worse.
It's now of very little use,
Since what was there did see abuse.
Espy the same SEVEN shapes, I say.
Yes SEVEN—I repeat—TWO far away.
FIVE of these, appear a name—hmmm?
TWO of them, they do seem plain.
Near ONE of these TWO is what you seek.
Behind, below, just take a peek.
It isn't far, it won't be slow.
Now sign your name, and off you go.
You're now looking for a camo'd bison tube. Log only. FTF claims bragging rights, nothing more. This is hidden in an upscale residential neighborhood, but with unprecedented luck you might be able to grab it without being noticed. Prepare some sort of interesting story just in case you get caught. It used to be on a public object. I'll have to see if the new location works -- it's kinda semi-private.
Have fun!!