I wandered lonely as a cloud
o'er California's rocky coast
and fields of melons, oversized,
and Baywatch babes to match;
Earth hath not anything to show more fair
than oiled and suntanned blondes with shampooed hair.
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I wandered lonely as a cloud 'o'er poemhunter page and came across this piece of fun from one usually so sage! Funny, pervy, and methinks less of a matter of hitting the west coast than of focussing on the red swimsuits and driving right on into the sea.....t x