Here is the story:
Gong gong allo there lived a gritty pearl.
She was married to a man who was going through a "let's move to Montana" phase. She was taking a writing class at the time and used her huband's unseemly affection for Montana as inspiration for a poem.
The works of Christopher Marlowe and Ogden Nash, as featured on Friday, were clearly an influence on this piece. Unfortunately I could not find the original but a few of you were kind, or foolish, or brave enough to say I should rewrite it, so I have, including what I could recall and extrapolating the rest. Here is my version.
The Isolationist To His Love
Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That Montana wilds can provide us
Quiet living and a log cabin palace.
I've seen the beauty of a simpler life
No commuting or crowds, freedom from strife
Self-sufficiency and home grown food
Don't roll your eyes, its all in the attitude.
There may not be beaches, but there's mountains galore
And after a while you won't mind anymore
It's true that the snow may cause distress
Especially when blocking our points of egress.
I know you won't find malls stocked with Clinique
But skin care won't matter to the ranchers and sheep.
There's hunting and fishing, which I know you don't do
But if you look hard enough you'll find things you'll like too.
Let's move to the land of the wide open sky
Give me your hand, dear, and make your reply
If these pleasures your mind may move
Then live with me, and be my love.
And just so you can understand my resistance to that idea, here is a typical view from my part of the world.