Ode to the micro
Micro, how do I loathe thee?
Let me count the ways.
You bring me to spruce trees,
And leave me all crazed.
You make it too easy,
To place a cache here.
Be it guard rails or trash bins,
But no where to cheer.
You are placed under grass
Or stuck to a bench.
Your logs become soaked,
All wet with a stench.
You take up the space,
Where others could hide,
Customs and larges,
Treasures worth the ride.
But still I keep running
When my iphone goes ding
Each time I'm hoping
That this find won't sting.
'Tis better to beat them
But that's not the case
Instead I will join them
With full lack of grace.
And so I have hidden
This micro for you
Please don't think ill of me
Nor any of my crew.
This is the end of my rant
I hope It's a winner
This micro was hidden
While thinking of dinner.
This hide should be easy
I did not think wiley
You must keep in mind
It's all for the Smiley
Congratulations to WSKE for braving the snow and being FTF!