The cache is NOT at the posted location.
I fancy myself a bit of a poet. Here's my latest composition about geocaching:
Near the river, I went for a cache
I didn’t get too close, fearing a rash
One of the trees, covered in ivy
With leaves of three, won my attention when it said “Try me”!
I decided to pass, far to the right to avoid
That awful rash this one time.
But to the river I fell with a splash!
Water went everywhere! I think I ate a toad!
I yelled "For Pete's sake!" and a tantrum I throwed.
This is for fun!
If I wanted exercise, I would have gone for a run!
It was too late for finding the cache. I lost one shoe.
Nothing was dry and I heaved a great sigh.
For I realized I lost my lucky 'caching pen too.
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There's a gold coin for the FTF!