Treasure Map

Happily this afternoon, along the beach I waddle.

Looking at the sand, I spy an old forgotten bottle.

I scoop it up and look at it. My eyes go big and wide,

for heavens yes, there seems to be a treasure map

inside!

Somewhere at the tail-end of this twisty dotted line

a chest of gold awaits, and soon it's going to be mine.

I buy a sturdy shovel, since the treasure will be deep.

I buy expensive boots, because my old ones are too

cheap.

I buy a fancy compass and a treasure-hunting cap.

Then off I set into the forest, eyes upon my map.

So carefully I trace the pathway, every little bend.

It's almost getting dark before-- At last! I reach the

end.

I'm so excited, I can't help but do a little jig.

I calm myself, take out my shovel, and proceed to dig.

I dig and dig and dig until my hands begin to hurt.

Then finally, my treasure chest! All worn and caked in

dirt.

But when I look inside the chest, I only find a note.

Upon it is this simple little message, and I quote:

"Everybody wants to find a buried treasure chest,

but no one wants to bury one. If you do, be my guest."

Pirates are assholes.