Like a settler from the Golden West
he came.
Dark of eye and long of mane,
Bob Lauffer was his name.
A pick and shovel in his hands,
he scorned the cold and rain,
And the wind chill factor he did ignore -
even when it was minus four!
To Apple Mountain Peak climbed he,
an astrodome he raised.
A tetrahedroned edifice -
his ingenuity be praised!
An electric saw he found was handy
to be his modus operandi.
So he cut the wood 'til it was just right
to make the lofty beams.
Then he fitted them together tight
in the pattern of his dreams.
Large holes he dug
to run pipes through
in spite of ice and snow.
Warmed only by a kerosene heater,
our Bob refused to go.
And now, at last, the bathroom works,
the floor's put down sans fuss.
The beers are cold inside the 'fridge -
There's room for all of us!
Now his new address is a wildlife park,
with deer, jack rabbit and meadowlark.
And Bob vows nowhere he'll ever roam
far from his Apple Mountain home!
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