+rutson Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 To cache, or not to cache--that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the house to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous TV Or to take GPSr against a sea of tupperware And by searching find them. To hunt, to seek-- No more--and by a find to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That DNF is heir to. 'Tis an calamity Devoutly to be wished. To hunt, to seek-- To seek--perchance to find: ay, there's the rub, For in that search of caches what dreams may come Quote Link to comment
+lordelph Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 (edited) That's very moving Ian. Here's another one the bard might have written... I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania some time of the night, And if I could just get a bloody GPS lock in these woods I'd be in there! Edited December 13, 2005 by lordelph Quote Link to comment
+The Hokesters Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 Shouldn't you two be working Quote Link to comment
+Kryten Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 I think they should be barred. Quote Link to comment
Helen in Mustardland Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 There is a tide in the affairs of cachers, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to Firsts to Find; Omitted, all the caching of their life Is bound in tree cover and in DNFs. Quote Link to comment
+The Hokesters Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 (edited) You should be working too - I don't know - yoof of today! EDIT for appalling spelling mistake. Edited December 13, 2005 by The Hokesters Quote Link to comment
+walkergeoff and wife Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your GPSrs; I come to bury a cache, not to praise it. The DNFs that men do live after them; Their good finds are oft interred with their tupperware boxes; So let it be with my caches. The noble Lacto Hath told you your cache was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault... ran out of inspiration! (Not a moment too soon, say some! ) Quote Link to comment
+Archer4 Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing', Methinks Macbeth should do a maintenance visit Quote Link to comment
+walkergeoff and wife Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 Eye of newt, and toe of frog,Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing', Methinks Macbeth should do a maintenance visit Great!!! Quote Link to comment
+wildlifewriter Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 (edited) (With apologies to John Betjeman) Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! The place is stiff with micros, now. Behind each roadsign, and each fence, Swarm over, Death! -Wlw. [Edited for poetic licence] Edited December 13, 2005 by wildlifewriter Quote Link to comment
+bobuk Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 (With apologies to William Wordsworth) I wandered lonely as a cacher, Who roams on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once we spy the cache, A cache, of golden TB's, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, My fluttering GPS dancing in the breeze. Quote Link to comment
Lactodorum Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your GPSrs;I come to bury a cache, not to praise it........ BURY??!!!!!! Don't even think it.. Quote Link to comment
+walkergeoff and wife Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 (edited) Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your GPSrs;I come to bury a cache, not to praise it........ BURY??!!!!!! Don't even think it.. I knew someone would pick me up on that! . Call it 'poetic licence'! Edited December 13, 2005 by walkergeoff Quote Link to comment
+Simply Paul Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 Adaptation of 'The Jabberwocky' from Lewis Carroll's 'Alice through the Looking Glass'. 'Twas late, and Team Slithy Toves Did grumble and stumble in the nettles: All scratched were Team Borogoves And the Mome Raths gave up. "Beware the Tupper-Lock, my son! The snaps that bite, the corners that catch - Beware the budget brand, and shun The rusted ammobox latch!" He took his faithful etrex in hand: Long time the cachesome foe he sought - So rested he by the Obvious tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in 'wherewouldihideit' thought he stood, The Tupper-Lock, with neon sticks of flame, Seemed to whiffle through the tangly wood, And flashed 'Over Here' as it came! Point one two! Point one two! And through and through The yellow GPS went here and there! He left a mark, and with a start He went geolumphing back. "And hast thou found the Tupper-Lock? Come to my arms, my FTF boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He overreacted in his joy. 'Twas late, and Team Slithy Toves Did grumble and stumble in the nettles: All scratched were Team Borogoves And the Mome Raths logged their DNF. SP Quote Link to comment
markandlynn Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 With appologies to TS elliot Macavity's a Mystery Cache: its called the (insert name of nemesis cache here!)-- For its the master cache hide who did not finds them all He's the bafflement of Seasider , Haggis Hunters despair: For when they reach the cahce co ords --Macavity's not there! Macavity, Macavity, there's no cache like Macavity, Its broken every caching law, he breaks the law of burying. His stone wall hides make eckington despair, And when you reach the the cache co ords --Macavity's not there!! You may seek him in the woods, you may look up in the air-- But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there! Macavity's a cammo cache, its very tall and thin; You would know it if you saw it, for its labels clearly green . Its contents are illegal theres contraband within; The logbooks empty from neglect, the FTF’s still there. . Macavity, Macavity, there's no cache like Macavity, For he's a fiend in ammo box shape, a monster of a find. You may find it on a footpath, you may find it on an island-- But when you think you’ve found the cache, then Macavity's not there! Macavity, Macavity, there's no cache like Macacity, There never was another cache of such deceitfulness and suavity. And whatever place the cache was sought --MACAVITY WASN'T THERE! And they say that all the Cachers whose wicked deeds are widely known (I might mention M1EYO, I might mention Simply Paul) Are nothing more than agents for the Cacher who all the time Just controls these operations: the Jeremy above them all! Quote Link to comment
+Kryten Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 In an effort to fins a suitable poem for this thread I entered "half a league half a league" into google and the top answer was; "(half (1 league)) (half (1 league)) = 7 717 284 m2 Quote Link to comment
Dave from Glanton Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 (edited) When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. That will be ere the set of sun. Where the place? Upon the heath. There to meet with Macbeth And let's make it a CITO one, So that Macbeth gets a new icon Edited December 13, 2005 by Dave from Glanton Quote Link to comment
+Kryten Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 There's a little yellow puzzle To the north of Knockandu; There's a little marble cross below the town; And a brokenhearted owner Tends the cache of Mad_Carew, While the yellow box for ever gazes down. It was known as Knockandu And was found by only few, It was harder than they felt inclined to tell, But for all their foolish tries, And the work of jelous spies, The answer was a secret none would sell. Quote Link to comment
+Bill D (wwh) Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 Kubla Khan - with apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately caching zone decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns signal-less to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With box and can were girdled round: And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many a micro-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of tupperware. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for a first-to-find! Quote Link to comment
+lordelph Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 What a marvellous literary turn this is taking! I thought I'd give it a proper go with a bit Rudyard Kilpling.... If you can keep your GPS lock when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust coordinates when all men doubt you But make allowance for their GPS receivers too, If you can walk and not be tired by walking, Or fail to find, don't deal in DNF's, Or start digging, don't give way to digging, And yet don't look too muddy, nor talk of spoilers: If you can cache--and not make caches your master, If you can navigate--and not make navigation your aim; If you can meet with FTF and Did-Not-Find And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to see the caches you've placed Trashed by muggles to make a trap for fools, Or watch your signature five star puzzle, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can gather your geocoins in one heap And risk taking all to a drunken bash And lose them, even though not cheap And start collecting for another cache If you can force your duracell triple A's To serve their turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in them Except the cacher which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can post on forums and keep your virtue, Or walk with moderators--nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men cache with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of caching done, Yours is geocaching.com and everything that's in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Cacher, my son! Quote Link to comment
+walkergeoff and wife Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 Here we go again! Is this a GPSr which I see before me, The arrow toward a cache? Come, let me find thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal DNF, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A cache of the mind, a false co-ordinate, Proceeding from the FTF-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy ammobox and logbook gouts of mud, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the caching business which informs Thus to mine eyes. With apologies to an old boy of my school! Quote Link to comment
+rutson Posted December 13, 2005 Author Share Posted December 13, 2005 I've unleashed a monster Nice going guys, no girls playing? (Assuming that was Mark not Lynn) Quote Link to comment
+walkergeoff and wife Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 Anyone tempted by 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner'? Quote Link to comment
+Learned Gerbil Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 (edited) As a speechwriter I couldn't resist - "We shall go on to the end, we shall find in France, we shall find across the seas and oceans, we shall find with growing confidence and growing strength the smallest cache. We shall search our Island, whatever the cost may be. We shall find on the beaches, we shall find under the tree cover, we shall find in the fields and in the streets, we shall find in the hills; we shall never DNF. And even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this island or a large part of it were without GPS coverage; then our friends beyond the seas, armed by Garmin and Magellan, would carry on finding. Until, in God's good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to continue the search and find the caches of the old." Edited December 13, 2005 by Learned Gerbil Quote Link to comment
+Mr Nibbler Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 Sorry Rudyard - I know you're spinning like a kebab on speed: I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o'beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, 'We serve no cachers here.' The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die, I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I: O it's cacher this, an' cacher that, an' 'cacher, go away'; But it's 'Thank you, Mister Nibbler,' when the muggles learn to play- The muggles learn to play, my boys, the muggles learn to play, O it's 'Thank you, Mister Nibbler,' when the muggles learn to play. Quote Link to comment
+Simply Paul Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 My Roger McGough, via 'Shaun of the Dead'. You have to imagine Nick Frost saying it in a scouse accent: There's a cacher in the garden. In the garden, there's a cacher. SP Quote Link to comment
+Archer4 Posted December 13, 2005 Share Posted December 13, 2005 How now, spirit whither wander you? Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, No lock, signal's dire (A Midsummer Night's Dream) Quote Link to comment
+Alibags Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 The curfew tolls the knell of parting day The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lee Jolly Jax and Sensei scream and climb a tree and kindly leave the FTF to me (Grey's elegy on a bovi-phobic) Quote Link to comment
+kewfriend Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 Alibags Posted on Dec 14 2005, 01:11 PM The curfew tolls the knell of parting day The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lee Jolly Jax and Sensei scream and climb a tree and kindly leave the FTF to me So you havent done this one Hows your poetry? Alibags - shame on you! And to think you missed an FTF! Quote Link to comment
+The Hokesters Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 I dedicate this one to Liane from Cachehoppers, HelenInMustardLand and Mandy from Us4andJess; 'Mud, Mud, glorious mud Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood! So follow me, follow Down to the hollow And there let us wallow In glorious mud' Chorus from The Hippopotamus by Flanders and Swann. Quote Link to comment
+Kitty Hawk Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 Cacheman, courtesy of Metallica Set your cache alert my son Don't forget, Eckington's E-mails include everyone Tuck you in, warm within keep you free from sin till the cacheman he comes sleep with one eye open new cache alerts are in sight CHORUS Exit, light Enter, Night Take my hand night cachers are First to Find Somethings wrong, signal's slight heavy cloud cover tonight The arrows not pointing right dreams of war, dreams of liars dreams of GPS's ire and of things that will bite sleep with one eye open First to finds are in sight CHORUS Quote Link to comment
+walkergeoff and wife Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 (edited) With apologies to John and Paul: Yesterday, my geocaching troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they're here to stay Oh, I believe in yesterday. Suddenly, I'm not half the cacher I used to be, There's a DNF hanging over me. Oh, yesterday came suddenly. {Refrain} Why I failed to find I don't know, I couldn't say. I got the co-ords wrong, now I long for yesterday. Yesterday, caching was such an easy game to play. Now I need a place to find a cache, Oh, I believe in yesterday. {Refrain} Yesterday, caching was such an easy game to play. Now I need a place to find a cache, Oh, I believe in yesterday Mm mm mm mm mm Edited December 14, 2005 by walkergeoff Quote Link to comment
+Kryten Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 This has got to stop, every contributor (including me) needs to hang their head in shame. How about we lock the thread or better still have it deleted and then all pretend that it never happened. Quote Link to comment
+rutson Posted December 14, 2005 Author Share Posted December 14, 2005 Errrr..... NO Quote Link to comment
markandlynn Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 This has got to stop, every contributor (including me) needs to hang their head in shame. How about we lock the thread or better still have it deleted and then all pretend that it never happened. Better still lets vote for our favourite ! Yesterday gets mine that song will never be the same again. Quote Link to comment
+walkergeoff and wife Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 (edited) Archer4's: Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing', Methinks Macbeth should do a maintenance visit This gets mine. I kept laughing, stopping, thinking about it, and laughing again! Several times!!!! Edited December 14, 2005 by walkergeoff Quote Link to comment
Dave from Glanton Posted December 14, 2005 Share Posted December 14, 2005 Archer4's: Eye of newt, and toe of frog..... This gets mine. And mine too. Quote Link to comment
+Archer4 Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 Aw shucks I'd like to thank my stylist, my... but I'd have to vote for Lordelph's... If you can keep your GPS lock when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust coordinates when all men doubt you But make allowance for their GPS receivers too ...as staying truest to the OP goal of "rewrite in the style of" with Carroll and McCartney honourably running up Quote Link to comment
+purple_pineapple Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 I'll put my vote for the Lord's Rudyard Kipling. Always loved that bit of prose, and I've just printed the new and improved version for my wall! PP Quote Link to comment
+bargee Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 I vote for Kitty Hawks - Mettalica Will now forever be Enter Cacherman for me Quote Link to comment
+The Hokesters Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 I'll put my vote for the Lord's Rudyard Kipling. Always loved that bit of prose, and I've just printed the new and improved version for my wall! PP Fetch the men in White Coats! Quote Link to comment
+purple_pineapple Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 I'll put my vote for the Lord's Rudyard Kipling. Always loved that bit of prose, and I've just printed the new and improved version for my wall! PP Fetch the men in White Coats! funny you should say that - I'm sitting here typing tis in MY white coat . Quote Link to comment
+Eckington Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 (edited) To set Dickie Valentine rotating in his sarcophagus...... C is for the cacher for whom a DNF is rare, H is for the Hint that will almost get you there, R is for the reading on your GPSr set, I is for the icon a new cache type will get, S is for the swap you take (and upgrade if you may!) T is for the TB you help upon its way, M is for the micro stuck behind the high road sign, A is for the angst when gc.com's off line S is for old Signal, the gc.com frog........... ............Be good and he'll get you everything in your caching wish list log! Edited December 15, 2005 by Eckington Quote Link to comment
+Simply Paul Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 (edited) In my best JFK typing style: "Ask not what Geocaching.com can do for you - ask what you can do for Geocaching.com." From another speech: "We choose to find these caches. We choose to find these caches this afternoon and swap some travel bugs, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our caching energies and FTF skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unable to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too." (No danger of a DNF there then!) Another president: "Read my lips. No more virtual geocoins." And again: "I did not have sexual relations with that geocache" (Although it was marked Rubbermaid, which might explain things) Up to date: From a DNF log - "Intelligence tells us there are geocaches hidden in Iraq..." Edited to make funnier. Edited December 15, 2005 by Simply Paul Quote Link to comment
+The Hokesters Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 SP you missed the opportunity to use the word; <dubyavoice> "Geocachification" </dubya> Quote Link to comment
+kewfriend Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 C is for the cacher for whom a DNF is rare,H is for the Hint that will almost get you there, R is for the reading on your GPSr set, I is for the icon a new cache type will get, S is for the swap you take (and upgrade if you may!) T is for the TB you help upon its way, M is for the micro stuck behind the high road sign, A is for the angst when gc.com's off line S is for old Signal, the gc.com frog........... Stick to the day job - Quote Link to comment
+five tasty cookies Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 With apologies to Robbie Williams. And through it all I wish my clothing had more protection The thorns feel like I'm having an injection Don't know whether I'm right or wrong. And where the nettles grow Wherever the path may take me This search ain't going to break me My garmin won't forsake me Think I'll do a micro instead. Quote Link to comment
+Learned Gerbil Posted December 15, 2005 Share Posted December 15, 2005 And did those feet in weekend time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the white jeep travel bug In England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the silent satellite Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And is that darn cache laying here Among those dark Satanic mills? Bring me my G-P-S-r! Bring me my OS map! Bring me my hat! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my cache mob-ile! I will not cease from mental strife Nor shall I log a D-N-F Till I have found that geocache In England's green and pleasant land Quote Link to comment
Helen in Mustardland Posted December 16, 2005 Share Posted December 16, 2005 (edited) Twinkle twinkle little sats, tell my Etrex where I'm at. As I scour this world so fair for stickoflage and tupperware, Twinkle twinkle little sats, tell my Etrex where I'm at. (edited for numerical accuracy) Edited December 16, 2005 by Helen in Mustardland Quote Link to comment
+Pharisee Posted December 16, 2005 Share Posted December 16, 2005 How about a 'Caching Carol'... to the tune of Away in a Manger Away in the forest, no cache was in sight My poor little Etrex was trying all night To lock on the Bright Stars that show us the way S*d this for a lark, think I’ll wait for the day. The cattle are running towards me I hear As I searched for a lunchbox that’s been muggled, I fear I spot the three wise men as I leap o’er the stone wall It’s Ecky and Lacto and…. Oh no… Simply Paul !! Quote Link to comment
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