A Poem For Redwoods (On A Theme Of Sweet Betsy From Pike)

Those brownies burnin', as sweet as caught salmon,
A tall Shanghai rooster and an old yellow dog.

Ole Frisco porch, has Rainer deflowered fog,
They reached California spite of hell and high water.

Jack Kerouac's whoopee, like Wawp Whipwhim Yosemite,
And fought off the Injuns with musket and ball.

If you'd do the dishes, a soldiers' marinade for the camping,
And showed her bare bum to the whole wagon train.

A big breast too sloppy to have unsnapped at a draw,
Looked rather suspicious, but it was all on the square.

With Chinatown alley, the Big Sur unlikely,
As she travelled along with his arm round her waist.

With famous retorts, a Mount Vernon privateer,
Saying, 'Betsy, my darlin', I'm a made millioneer.'

Blonde on blonde is like canned tuna fish in the bay,
But don't dance me so hard, do you wanna know why?

Weather report suite, has no woman no smile?
'I've six good men waitin' within a half a mile.'