I think enough time has passed for me to safely post this. Not all my clients are happy clients. Normally because I just brought them a huge reality check. But, better to know the truth than spend millions of dollars drilling something that is not there.
The following poem was written by one such disgruntled client, after some mapping in the upper Amazon basin. Enjoy.
THE BALLAD OF MIRADOR
I woke up one morning,
after having a dream
of a vast oil pool
trapped in the Hollin (PRONOUNCED O-YEEN)
In the core of a structure
in the heart of the Andes
The thought of those riches
had made me quite randy!
But the key to this treasure
in its hidden jungle vault
Was entirely contingent
on a single thrust fault
But my dreams have been shattered
My treasure… no more
(Not that it mattered!)
Farewell, Mirador
So take heed all you dreamers
Beware Warren Pratt
Fine prospects he’s withered
That dirty rat!!
